a/n ⇾ *these stories do not have to be read in order of how they are listed* unless stated otherwise (i.e. - LIFE WITH BANGTAN 001 has a PART 2 so it’d make sense to read them one after the other but even then, it’s not always necessary)... honestly, i just numbered them so the masterlist could have some kinda structure 😂
LIFE WITH BANGTAN:
a collection of stories from your everyday life with your seven idol boyfriends...
f = fluff
s = smut
a = angst
c = comedy
m = mature (smut is implied)
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M A S T E R L I S T
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001 | you shaved your legs again and you’re very proud of how smooth you were able to get them this time around so in result, you force all seven of your boyfriends to touch your legs [f,c,m]
PT 2 | Hobi and Jimin show you just how much they appreciate your smooth legs [s,f]
002 | the boys (especially Jungkook) miss you a lot while they’re away on tour, so much so that you become the topic of their conversation in Jin’s hotel room. In result, they decide to FaceTime you to check up on you… [f]
004 | you’re not great at cooking but you’re not the worst either and one night you have the brilliant idea to cook for the boys… unfortunately for you, some of them are not impressed by your cooking skills. [c,f]
005 | for the past three months, your boyfriends have been traveling and working non-stop. when they get home, all they want to do is relax & spend time with you but your idea of relaxing means buying nerf guns and turning their dorm into a war zone... [c,f,m]
006 | Jungkook is a bit inexperienced when it comes to certain sexual activities… He wants to try new things with you but he’s nervous since you are more skilled in that department than he is, so in result: he goes to his Hyung’s for help… They tell him everything he needs to know about how to please you... [s]
007 | leave it to your seven boyfriends to have a full ass debate about who is the better kisser and leave it to them to make you decide. [c,f,m]
008 | you don’t usually get invited to the studio when your boyfriends are working so you know something is definitely up when Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok ask you to stop by bc they need your help... [s,f,c]
009 | the boys forget movie night and they have to find a way to make it up to you, starting with Taehyung… [s,f,a]
010 | two years spent together surely calls for a celebration right? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY. The boys whisk you away to paradise for the week to celebrate your anniversary. (this will be a 3-4 part series) [c,f,m]
(n.) a place where you feel safe and at home, where you are your most authentic self; a place from which your strength is drawn.
everyone has needs. and everyone deserves to have those needs fulfilled. alphas have ruts. omegas have heats. do they not deserve partners? should they suffer in pain through their cycles because of biology? Alpha and Omega Services were created for this very reason, to help those who need it. you signed up to be a Service Omega months ago, and you’re happy with this life, helping your clients get through their ruts to the best of your capability.
but something is missing.
when a team of professional volleyball players request a Service Omega to help them through game season, you agree to the job, hoping the change in pace might help you break this strange emptiness. but the feeling only deepens, grows, along with a whole bunch of other emotions you are not ready to handle.
content warnings: omega!reader, fem!reader, this is set entirely in omegaverse so read at your own risk! exploration of secondary gender and pack dynamics, ruts, heats, knots and scenting. angst, fluff and smut. insecurity, the feeling of being lonely, abandoned, hurt, being ‘othered’. jealousy, some hostility. unprotected sex, nsfw, mentions of breeding, mating, knotting, omega subspace, multiple orgasms. there’s love between all subgenders. all members of seventeen are featured: alpha - seungcheol, jeonghan, junhui, soonyoung, wonwoo, seokmin, mingyu, hansol. beta - joshua, chan. omega - jihoon, minghao, seungkwan.
𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗
☆ prologue (wc: 1.4k)
☆ chapter 1 - (wc: 7.2k)
☆ chapter 2 - (wc: 8.9k)
☆ chapter 3 - (wc: 8.3k)
☆ chapter 4 - (wc: 9k)
☆ chapter 5 - (wc: 8.4k)
☆ chapter 6 - (wc: 9k)
☆ chapter 7 - (wc: 8.6k)
☆ chapter 8 - (wc: 9k)
☆ epilogue - (wc: 2.7k)
a/n: okay, this has been a long time coming! i’ve been working on this series for a while now, and im very proud of the story I have lined up. ot13 omegaverse is already an interesting concept but my haikyuu loving ass decided to through volleyball in there LMFAO and this might just be my magnum opus ㅠ but full disclaimer there isn’t really that much volleyball in it. ANYWAY I hope everyone likes it.
this is the best story i have read in a while! so good, it moved me to tears. i will be reading this story over and over again for the rest of my life, thank you!
⤷ ゛SEASON OF THE WITCH ⭑.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ❛ beneath paper ghosts and candlelight, the witch surrenders to the monsters she was never meant to love. ❜
⎯⟢ pairing: yoon jeonghan x f!reader x hong joshua
⎯⟢ synopsis: On Halloween night, a witch and her two immortal familiars struggle to hide their true nature as centuries of tension finally break.
⎯⟢ wc: 11.3k
⎯⟢ tags: mature themes, explicit sexual themes, polyamorous romance, mmxf, witch x incubus, modern fantasy, modern supernatural au, urban witch au, witch!f!reader, incubus!JiHan, familiar!Jihan, friends to lovers ⸝⸝ cws: 18+ mdni, cursing, witchcraft, mild horror imagery, mentions of Salem witch trials, mentions of death, blood magic references, magic usage, sexual tension, flirting, smut, threesome, unprotected piv sex (please don’t.), power imbalance, emotional & sexual hunger (feeding on feelings), intercourse under the influence (sex pollen), multiple orgasms, praise kink, voyeurism, rough sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, missionary, doggystyle, dry humping, cowgirl, the Eiffel fucking tower, spooning, mentions of anal, petnames (baby, doll, little witch, angel)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.⟢ ݁˖ sel speaks ⭑.ᐟ (a super duper late) TRICK OR TREAT! 👻🎃 this a short one for today! you guys really wanted a JiHan threesome, sooooo bad, so here it is! this is my treat for you, nasties this extreeeeeeemely super duper late Halloween! 🧡🖤 also, a shoutout to my baby @miyx-amour for single-handedly inspiring me to continue this piece with just one message 😏🫦
Some stories never end, they only find new ways to begin.
Yours has been told across centuries, whispered in candlelight and sealed in blood.
A witch.
Two souls bound to you.
A promise that was made long ago.
But in this lifetime, under the glow of jack-o’-lanterns and the pull of something older than time, the past stirs again.
And before the night is over, the three of you will remember what was never meant to be forgotten.
ii. WITCH, PLEASE!
You were old.
Older than most mortals could even begin to comprehend.
You looked no older than twenty-five, your skin smooth and unmarked by time, your eyes clear, your body forever frozen in that strange agelessness that came with your kind.
But if anyone could see past the illusion of youth, if anyone could look into the weight behind your gaze, they would see centuries there, the kind of long, quiet exhaustion that only came with having lived far too long.
You had been alive when the world still burned witches.
When faith was fear and fire was the answer to everything people didn’t understand.
You remembered the smell of smoke, the sting of rope around your wrists, the jeering of the crowd. You remembered the searing heat crawling closer and closer, the sound of your own heartbeat pounding against your ribs as the flames caught at the hem of your dress.
That was in Salem.
Three hundred and thirty-one years ago, if you were to do the math.
You had stopped counting birthdays long before then.
Being that old meant moving.
Constantly.
Every ten years or so, you packed up what little you needed and vanished to another town, another country, another name.
You’d been the quiet librarian in London once, the strange herbalist in Kyoto, the eccentric art teacher in Prague. You’d lived in small fishing villages and crowded cities, on mountaintops and coastlines. You’d learned languages, traded charms, shared drinks with mortals who eventually grew old and died while you stayed exactly the same.
You’d celebrated every kind of holiday there was. Lunar New Year lanterns that painted the night sky red. Summer festivals that smelled of grilled meat and rain. The winter markets in Europe where you once sold enchanted ornaments to unsuspecting buyers.
You had seen the world shift and rebuild itself a thousand times over, and still, your favorite season had never changed.
Halloween.
It was ridiculous, maybe even ironic, that a witch who had once nearly been burned for what she was would find comfort in a holiday that mocked the very thing people once feared.
But you did.
You loved it, the lights, the laughter, the chaos. You loved the smell of candle wax and sugar, the laughter of children running from door to door.
You couldn’t exactly go trick-or-treating yourself, but dressing up was your thing. The costumes, the makeup, the excuse to be someone else for one night, it was almost exhilarating.
Even more ironic, perhaps, was how at peace you felt among the skeletons, the plastic blood, and the fake cauldrons. The ghosts dangling from trees, the bats strung across porches. There was something so comforting about the way mortals turned fear into festivity.
You understood it.
Maybe you even envied it a little.
But the holiday was never just yours to enjoy.
Not anymore.
You had companions now, Jeonghan and Joshua.
Your familiars.
Twin incubi who had, quite literally, saved you from the fire all those centuries ago.
You could still remember it clearly, the crowd screaming, the smoke thick enough to choke you. And then… wings. Huge, black, and sharp as knives. Two shadows had come diving from the sky, tearing through the air and the mob below. Screams turned into silence in seconds. You had fallen, coughing, your vision blurred, and when the flames died, there they were, two men, impossibly beautiful, standing where monsters had been.
You hadn’t known it then, but they had been watching you. Drawn to your power, to the strange, strong and endless magic that pulsed in your blood.
Jeonghan, with his serpent’s grin and eyes that seemed to glow under moonlight. Joshua, quieter but no less dangerous, his voice smooth enough to turn a lie into a lullaby.
They’d followed you across forests and oceans, refusing to let go.
At first, you hated it.
Two incubi trailing after you, teasing, flirting, getting in your way. You’d tried every banishing spell you knew, every charm for repulsion, and still they stayed.
Jeonghan once told you, smirking, that your magic tasted too sweet to resist. Joshua had only shrugged and said, “You’re better company than the damned.”
Eventually, you gave up trying to get rid of them.
Somewhere along the way, the annoyance dulled into something else. You got used to their laughter echoing through your kitchen, their quiet presence when the nights grew too heavy.
You started to rely on them.
You began to care.
And then came the binding.
Blood magic was the oldest and most sacred kind.
You’d stood in a circle of salt and sigils, a blade in your hand.
They’d sworn themselves to you, promising to protect, to serve, to stand beside you until the world burned out.
In return, you swore power, to feed them, to keep their hunger from consuming them whole.
They were incubi, after all.
They fed on emotion, desire, lust, the raw energy that clung to touch and sound and scent.
But you’d never crossed that line with them.
Not once.
You fed them through potions you brewed, tinctures laced with enchantments that mimicked the warmth of passion. When that wasn’t enough, you took them to parties, clubs, places thick with human desire so they could feed from the crowd instead.
It worked.
It had always worked.
For decades, it stayed that way. A strange, balanced existence.
A witch and her demons, coexisting quietly among mortals.
And if there was one thing you were eternally grateful for, it was that they loved Halloween as much as you did. Otherwise, you would have had to disinherit them both… or at least pretend to.
The house you shared, a charming thing at the end of a suburban street had been your home for five years now, and not to brag, but it was easily the best-decorated one in the neighborhood.
Every October, you, Jeonghan, and Joshua went all out.
There were floating candles along the porch and smoke that rolled from underneath the front steps. A full-sized skeleton couple sat on the swing, their bony hands intertwined. The lawn had tombstones with names that moved when people blinked. Pumpkins carved to perfection glowed in eerie shades of green and red. Inside, a massive cauldron bubbled on the counter, enchanted, of course, and the scent of cinnamon and wax filled the air.
You’d added tiny ghosts that hovered near the window, fake blood handprints across the front door, and spiderwebs that actually crawled when someone got too close.
Jeonghan was responsible for the lighting, his illusions making the shadows stretch and flicker unnaturally. Joshua handled the sound, faint whispers, the creak of footsteps, the occasional knock that came from nowhere.
It wasn’t exactly fair, using magic for decorations, but no one had to know that.
Your first Halloween in this neighborhood had nearly ended in disaster, though.
You’d gone a little overboard that year— fog so thick it spilled into the street, faint red stains that looked a little too real.
A man had screamed bloody murder right in front of your gate, clutching his chest and collapsing. You’d panicked, rushed over, and healed him with a flick of your fingers before anyone could notice.
You were more careful after that.
This year was no different.
The three of you had already started days ago, fake cobwebs, enchanted lanterns, illusion spells layered over the front yard.
Joshua was humming in the background while stringing orange lights, Jeonghan arguing about glitter as usual, and you, somewhere in between them, smiling to yourself at the familiar chaos of it all.
Another Halloween.
Another lifetime. And for now, everything was just as it should be.
iii. WHO LET THE DEMONS OUT?!
This year, Halloween in the neighborhood was different.
For the first time since you’d moved here, the residents had agreed to host something big, something they called The Night of a Thousand Lanterns, a Halloween celebration that would span the entire neighborhood from dusk till midnight.
Flyers had been passed around for weeks, the town council organizing booths and parades, parents volunteering to help, and kids whispering excitedly about the costume contests.
Everyone, regardless of age, was welcome to take part.
Children would go door-to-door for trick-or-treating, teenagers would run their own costume parade by the park, and adults would attend the street parties, sharing hot cider and roasted marshmallows under strings of glowing orange lights. There would be food stalls, music, pumpkin-carving competitions, and even a haunted maze by the local community center.
From early morning, the neighborhood had been alive with movement. You could see people setting up tables and booths, stringing fake cobwebs between fences, and arranging skeleton props by their driveways.
By noon, every street corner had a pumpkin display, and by sunset, the entire neighborhood glowed under flickering lanterns and fairy lights.
By the time the first stars appeared, the sound of laughter and music filled the air.
Children in tiny costumes ran across lawns, pirates, fairies, vampires, superheroes, all carrying plastic pumpkin buckets that glinted under the light. The smell of sugar, smoke, and caramel filled the air, and you couldn’t deny the familiar warmth it brought to your chest.
Your own house, of course, was chaos in the best way possible.
You, Jeonghan, and Joshua had been running around all day, weaving between each other as you handled the last-minute decorations. Jeonghan was putting the finishing touches on the fog machine by the porch while Joshua charmed the lighting to flicker in rhythm with the background music. You were in the kitchen, sorting out candy bowls and double-checking potion bottles disguised as Halloween décor.
“Jeonghan, if you mess with that fog setting one more time, I swear—”
“Relax,” he said, leaning lazily against the doorframe, voice smooth. “I’m just trying to make it dramatic. The kids love a little dramatics.”
Joshua passed by carrying two large candy bowls, his voice calm as ever. “You said that last year, and half the street disappeared under smoke. Maybe let’s not choke anyone this time.”
You rolled your eyes. “Listen to him for once.”
Jeonghan smirked. “Where’s the fun in that?”
By six in the evening, the doorbell had already rung five times. You’d been opening the door to trick-or-treaters one after another, handing out candies and chocolates, the fog rolling out behind you every time.
Some of the kids squealed in delight at your decorations, others ran off crying.
It was a good mix.
At one point, a parent marched right up to your porch, her arms crossed and expression sharp. She was in her forties, hair pinned up too tightly, and she looked at your house like it personally offended her.
“Excuse me,” she said loudly, “but this is way too much. My daughter nearly fainted walking by here! The blood on your windows, the voices, what are you trying to do? Give children nightmares?”
You leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed. “It’s Halloween.”
“That doesn’t mean you should traumatize kids!” she snapped, her voice climbing. “You need to tone this down or I’ll be reporting this to the Home Owners Association.”
“Right,” you said, bored. “Be my guest.”
That was when Jeonghan appeared from behind you, his tone immediately laced with mocking sweetness. “Is there a problem, ma’am?”
She glared at him. “Yes. Your decorations are inappropriate.”
Jeonghan blinked, feigning innocence. “Inappropriate? You mean the fake skeletons? Or the fake blood? Or maybe the fact that we dared to celebrate Halloween on Halloween?”
The woman’s jaw dropped. “You don’t have permission to talk to me that way.”
“Oh, sorry,” Jeonghan said smoothly, tilting his head, “I didn’t realize sarcasm was banned in this neighborhood too. Do we have to get permission to breathe now, or is that still allowed?”
You snorted quietly behind him, earning a sharp look from the woman. “You think this is funny?”
“A little,” you said honestly.
Joshua appeared next, holding a candy bowl, clearly sensing the tension. “Alright, everyone,” he said with his calm, practiced smile. “Let’s not make a scene. It’s Halloween, we’re all just trying to have fun.”
The woman’s eyes flicked between them. “Fun? My child was crying!”
Jeonghan sighed dramatically. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have brought her to the house that has literal glowing eyes in the window. I mean, context clues.”
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, clutching her purse. “You people have no decency.”
“Oh, we have plenty of decency,” Jeonghan said, smiling wide. “Just none to spare for nonsense.”
Joshua groaned under his breath. “Jeonghan.”
“What?” he asked innocently. “She started it. Who complains about Halloween decorations being too scary on Halloween. I don’t know if you know, ma’am, but Halloween is supposed to be scary.”
“Stop antagonizing the neighbors,” Joshua said, rubbing his temple.
“I’m defending our creative freedom,” Jeonghan shot back. “Art should be respected. And I’m not antagonizing her… I’m patronizing her.”
“It’s fake blood on a window, not art,” Joshua replied flatly.
“Art is subjective,” Jeonghan said.
You sighed, pushing away from the doorframe. “Alright, that’s enough. Ma’am, happy Halloween. Goodbye.”
Before she could respond, you shut the door.
Jeonghan turned to Joshua, grinning. “You have to admit, she was asking for it.”
Joshua gave him a look. “You’re lucky I like peace more than I like arguing with idiots.”
You muttered, “You’re both exhausting.”
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and candy wrappers. The doorbell rang less and less as the night went on. The music outside softened, the chatter dying down as families began heading home. By ten, only a few groups remained wandering the street, their costumes illuminated by the last of the lanterns.
Then came the final knock.
Jeonghan opened the door this time, Joshua at his side. A small boy stood there dressed as a vampire, his pumpkin basket already half full.
“Trick or treat!” the kid chirped, holding out his basket.
“Happy Halloween,” Jeonghan said with a grin, dropping a few chocolates in. “Nice costume.”
Joshua added more candy, smiling kindly. “Very classic.”
The boy beamed. “Thanks!” He was about to turn away when he paused, frowning slightly. His eyes dropped to the ground.
“Hey,” he said suddenly, “how’d you do that?”
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “Do what?”
The boy pointed at the floor. “Your shadows! They’re cool!”
Jeonghan and Joshua followed his gaze. Their shadows, stretched out across the porch under the lantern light, looked normal at first glance… until you noticed the details.
Taller. Sharper. Two curved horns rising from each head. Long tails swaying behind them.
Jeonghan smirked, clearly fighting back a laugh. Joshua’s lips twitched.
“Woah,” the boy said again. “That’s so sick! How’d you do that?”
Jeonghan looked down at him, pride in his tone. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Joshua chuckled softly. “It’s a secret.”
Before they could say anything else, your voice called out from behind them, cheerful and light. “It’s the decorations.”
You stepped forward, slipping between them with an easy smile. With a snap of your fingers behind your back, the air shimmered faintly, and you pointed up. “See?”
The boy’s eyes followed your gesture to the ceiling, where two floating devil decorations now hovered beside the glowing ghost ornaments.
“Oh!” he gasped. “That’s awesome!”
“Glad you like it,” you said warmly. “Happy Halloween, sweetheart.”
“Happy Halloween!” the boy grinned before running off down the path.
You waved until he disappeared around the corner, then turned back to the two men and promptly smacked both of them on the back of their heads.
Jeonghan groaned. “Ow—what was that for?”
Joshua rubbed the spot where you hit him. “Yeah, that kinda hurt.”
You gave them both a pointed look. “Next time, maybe try not to expose yourselves to a seven-year-old.”
Jeonghan grinned, completely unbothered. “He said it was cool.”
Joshua sighed. “You’re impossible.”
You exhaled through your nose, half-annoyed, half-amused.
It was going to be a long night.
Well… it had already been a long night.
The clock had barely hit nine when the three of you started to get ready for the neighborhood Halloween party.
The entire day had been chaos, trick-or-treaters, decorations, one very unnecessary argument with a parent, and yet Jeonghan still had the energy to act like he was plotting world domination.
You were halfway through your makeup, your brushes and powders floating lazily in the air in front of you, when Jeonghan suddenly turned from his reflection with that familiar glint of trouble in his eyes.
Joshua, ever the cautious one, was standing beside him, fixing his shirt collar and watching his reflection as if avoiding eye contact would make him less of an accomplice. But when Jeonghan spoke, Joshua’s hesitation faltered almost immediately.
“For once,” Jeonghan started, his tone full of confidence and mischief, “I think we should just… go as ourselves.”
You blinked, mid-contour.
The foundation brush hovering inches from your cheek froze completely. Slowly, you turned around in your chair, disbelief written all over your face as you stared at him like he had just grown two more heads which, ironically, wouldn’t have been the worst thing to happen tonight.
Joshua shifted beside him, rubbing the back of his neck with an uneasy laugh, clearly regretting letting Jeonghan talk him into anything again. Jeonghan, on the other hand, looked far too proud of himself, smirking like he’d just said something profound instead of insane.
You let out a dry laugh. “Oh, that’s a great idea. While you’re at it, I’ll just go burn myself at the stake in the middle of the party.”
Jeonghan scoffed, leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed. “Come on, times are different. People aren’t that gullible anymore. I’m a hundred and one percent sure that if I walked around the block right now and told people I was a demon, they’d either think I was high or send me to a psych ward.”
Your expression stayed flat, unimpressed. “I’m hoping for exorcism.”
Joshua snorted beside him, quickly covering his mouth when Jeonghan glanced his way with a mock glare, though the smirk on his face didn’t fade.
“Trust me,” Jeonghan said, stepping closer to where you sat. “We won’t look that crazy. The only difference is the wings, the horns, the tail, and the eyes. Other than that, it’ll all look like makeup and costume.”
Joshua, to your mild surprise, nodded in agreement. “It’s not a bad idea. And if it makes you feel better, it’s dark out. No one’s going to notice much anyway.”
You looked between the two of them, the pair of incubi now standing in your room looking too casual for the level of chaos they were proposing. You could feel your patience wearing thin, but there was something about Joshua agreeing, Joshua, who was usually as careful and calculated as you, that made you pause.
You sighed heavily, letting your eyes close for a moment. “Fine.”
At once, the room filled with the sound of Jeonghan’s triumphant grin. “I knew you’d see reason,” he said, looking like he’d just won the lottery.
“Thank you,” Joshua added quickly, his tone genuine and almost boyish in excitement.
You turned back toward your mirror, the suspended brushes and powders resuming their slow dance around you as your makeup continued. “You two are the bane of my existence,” you muttered under your breath.
Joshua watched your reflection for a moment before speaking again, voice careful but teasing. “You know, you should go as yourself too.”
You raised an eyebrow at him through the mirror. “I’m a witch, Josh. I have magic, but other than that, I look human.” You paused, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Unless you want me to paint myself green and fly around on a broom?”
Jeonghan chuckled, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Point taken.” He tilted his head, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “Then what are you going as?”
You gave a small, knowing smile without looking at him. “You’ll see.”
That answer earned you twin groans of frustration.
For days now, both Jeonghan and Joshua had been pestering you about your costume. They had originally planned to go as clowns, ironically fitting, but now that they’d decided on being their true selves, your secrecy was driving them insane.
Still, despite their whining, you stayed quiet, adjusting your makeup as the glow from the vanity lights flickered softly across the room. The air buzzed with the faint hum of energy and anticipation, the kind that only came from nights that were about to turn into something far stranger than they seemed.
The three of you continued getting ready, laughter and bickering blending with the faint sound of the party beginning to echo from down the street.
An hour later, the house had finally grown quiet again, save for the faint music from outside and the steady tick of the clock in the hallway.
You were still upstairs, fixing the last of your outfit, when Jeonghan’s voice echoed from below.
“Hey, how much longer are you going to take?” he called out, adjusting his cuffs, his tone that familiar mix of impatience and amusement.
“Calm down before I turn you into a pumpkin,” you called back, walking out of your room as you put on your earrings.
The light from the chandelier above the stairs reflected off the small crystals at your ears, casting faint sparkles along the steps as you made your way down. Halfway through, you finally spotted them before they noticed you, and the sight almost made you miss a step.
They were both in their full forms.
Huge black wings stretched out behind them, the feathers gleaming faintly in the low light. Their tails, long and sleek, swayed lazily as they stood by the entryway mirror. Horns curled from the tops of their heads, catching a faint red sheen under the chandelier. Their eyes glowed, deep red and sharp, though each in his own way.
Joshua looked polished, his black suit perfectly fitted, every button fastened and collar crisp. He looked like a dignified dark prince, calm, collected, dangerous in the quiet way only he could manage.
Jeonghan, on the other hand, was the opposite. His black suit jacket hung open, his shirt half-unbuttoned, exposing his chest. The contrast between their sharp wings and their deliberately elegant look made them look like they had just stepped out of a video game, just like those impossibly attractive characters that existed to ruin players’ concentration.
You swallowed hard, a small, unfamiliar flutter spreading through your chest… or maybe it was your stomach. Whatever it was, it wasn’t subtle, because both of their heads turned to you at once, as if drawn by something unseen.
Being incubi, Jeonghan and Joshua fed on energy, on emotion. Desire and sexual pleasure were their main sustenance, but attraction, even the smallest flicker, was enough for them to feel it like a pulse in the air.
And they had just felt yours.
Jeonghan’s smirk was immediate, the light in his eyes flickering with knowing amusement.
You didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. You lifted your hand sharply and said, “Don’t start.”
Joshua’s lips curved just slightly, while Jeonghan’s grin only grew.
Their eyes followed you as you walked down the stairs and bent to put on your heels. You could feel their gazes on you, lingering, studying.
You had gone all out for your costume.
You were an angel… a very tempting one at that.
The asymmetric white lace dress clung to you, short in the front and flowing long at the back. White stockings hugged your legs, and a halo headband sat above your head, faintly glowing under the light. Huge white wings framed your back, fake feathers soft and delicate, and glitter shimmered over your eyelids, making your eyes shine.
Jeonghan let out a low whistle. “Well, would you look at that,” he said, voice dropping into something smooth and teasing. “You’re making it really hard to remember I’m supposed to behave tonight.”
Joshua gave a soft chuckle, eyes sweeping over your outfit. “You look amazing,” he said, gentle and sincere, though his gaze lingered longer than it should have.
You glanced at both of them, realizing the irony in your costumes. “An angel and two demons. How poetic.”
Jeonghan smirked. “I’d say it’s perfect. You look like you fell out of the heavens just for us.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll make sure you actually fall back to hell.”
Joshua laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t tempt her, Jeonghan.”
The banter continued, your tone sharp, theirs smug, the kind of back-and-forth that had your heartbeat betraying you even as you pretended not to care.
You tried to act indifferent, focusing on adjusting your halo, but you knew that they knew.
They could sense it, the way your pulse quickened, the tiny flutters of attraction you were trying to bury under sarcasm.
Jeonghan’s smirk turned softer, more deliberate. “Spin for us,” he said suddenly.
You blinked. “What?”
“Spin. Let’s see the full outfit,” he said, gesturing with one hand.
You exhaled but did as told, turning slowly. The lace skirt flared lightly, your wings catching the light as you moved.
When you stopped, Jeonghan gave a low hum of approval.
“You look perfect,” he said, stepping closer. “But I’m not sure about your wings.”
He reached out and dragged a finger along the edge of the fake feathers, his touch light.
You opened your mouth to make a snarky comment, but before you could even form the words, a sudden warmth spread down your spine.
Your body jolted.
A shiver ran through you, and then, with a soft rush of air, the wings on your back fluttered… real wings, bright white, soft and alive.
Your eyes widened. “Jeonghan!”
He was already laughing.
“Turn it back!” you snapped, glaring at him.
“Calm down,” he said, hands raised in mock surrender, grin still wide. “Loosen up a bit, it’ll be fine.”
“Jeonghan,” you warned, the glare in your eyes sharp.
Joshua sighed and stepped forward. “It isn’t permanent,” he reassured you, giving Jeonghan a brief glare before returning his calm gaze to you. “It’ll go back to normal in a few hours.”
You huffed, muttering under your breath, before pushing your way between them. “Let’s just go.”
You grabbed your small bag from the table, opened the door, and stepped out into the cool night air.
Behind you, Jeonghan chuckled, watching the sway of your white wings as you walked ahead. He nudged Joshua with his elbow. “What can I say? I guess I have a thing for ruffling feathers.”
Joshua gave him a look. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
Jeonghan only smiled, unbothered, as the two followed you down the steps toward the glowing lights and sounds of the Halloween festival.
The night outside was alive.
Lanterns hung across the streets like glowing stars, pumpkins lined doorsteps, and the cool October air smelled faintly of caramel and smoke. Strings of orange and purple lights wrapped around fences, laughter and music mixing from every direction.
It felt like the entire neighborhood had come alive all at once, each house trying to outdo the other in decorations, sound, and spirit.
You, Jeonghan, and Joshua joined the crowd, slipping easily into the rhythm of it all.
People moved past in all sorts of costumes; ghosts, pirates, vampires, angels, witches, monsters, and for a moment, even with wings and horns and tails out in plain sight, the three of you blended in perfectly.
“Your costumes are amazing,” a woman dressed as a skeleton said as she passed. “They look so real.”
Joshua smiled politely. “A lot of makeup and effort,” he replied smoothly, his usual calm tone disarming.
“Should’ve joined the costume contest!” another man called out.
You laughed softly. “Maybe next year,” you said, brushing a bit of hair behind your ear.
Jeonghan only smirked, clearly enjoying the attention, though he didn’t bother replying to anyone. He just walked ahead, wings brushing the air slightly, red eyes catching light as if mocking the mortals around him.
You and Joshua exchanged a look, he shrugged, you sighed.
As the night went on, you eventually found yourselves at the far end of the neighborhood where the noise was louder, the lights brighter, and the crowd denser.
The “Midnight Street Rave” sign blinked in bright purple letters over a makeshift stage. The energy was pulsing. People danced under flashing lights, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and alcohol.
You weren’t much of a party person. But Halloween only came once a year, and your two familiars needed to feed somehow. There was no better place than here, hundreds of mortals buzzing with excitement, lust, and thrill, perfect for demons like them.
You drank, you danced, you laughed. For a moment, you let yourself enjoy it. The music was too loud, the crowd too wild, but it felt good to let go a little. Joshua was graceful as always, moving easily among people. Jeonghan was magnetic, his confidence drawing eyes everywhere he went.
At one point, two girls, one dressed as a cop, the other as a nurse, made their way over to them.
It was clear what they wanted, and you could see Jeonghan and Joshua knew it too. The girls’ energy was heavy with lust, the kind that practically rolled off them.
You didn’t interfere.
They were hungry.
You had seen it too many times before to try stopping it now.
You turned and made your way back to the bar, leaving them to do what they did best.
Mortals were weaker.
When Jeonghan and Joshua fed, it wasn’t just attraction they drew, it was life force, emotion, everything that made a person burn bright.
You had seen it countless times before, the way they flirted, whispered, drew mortals in until the tension became thick enough to suffocate. Then the mortals would crash, their energy drained until they could barely stand.
You still remembered one night years ago when Jeonghan fed off a woman who couldn’t keep her eyes and hands off him.
You had watched the whole thing happen. He had flirted with her until her heart raced, whispered things that made her knees shake.
And then, she dropped.
You’d had to heal her yourself, scolding Jeonghan afterward for being reckless.
He had only laughed back then, but you remembered the flicker of something in his eyes when he said, “That’s not the worst thing I’ve done.”
You’d made him explain, and that’s when you learned about the times both he and Joshua had gone too far, killing mortals during sex, their hunger uncontrollable, their power too consuming.
You’d made it clear that once they were bound to you, that would never happen again.
No killing. No recklessness that could draw attention to them.
That was also when Jeonghan had suggested something else.
“Then you help us feed,” he had said, blunt, eyes locked on you.
You had stared at him, confused. “What?”
“You’re not mortal,” he said simply. “You wouldn’t die. You wouldn’t be drained like them. It’d be perfect.”
You had shut the idea down immediately. “That’s not a good idea, Jeonghan. That would… complicate things. There are other ways.”
And so there were.
Parties like this one.
You sipped your drink, watching from across the room.
Joshua was speaking to a brunette, the two standing close, their faces inches apart. She smiled up at him like he hung the moon. Meanwhile, Jeonghan had the other girl pressed against him, his head lowered, whispering something into her ear that made her giggle and clutch his arm tighter.
Something twisted in your chest.
It wasn’t sharp, but it was heavy, like a knot forming and tightening with every second you looked.
You told yourself it was nothing. You had seen this before. You knew what they were. But it didn’t matter.
The feeling crawled up your throat, hot and ugly, and you couldn’t name it… but they definitely could.
Jeonghan’s eyes snapped to yours first.
Then Joshua’s.
You didn’t let either of them see you falter. You just downed the rest of your drink in one go, turned back to the bar, and ordered another. You could still feel their eyes on you, heavy and knowing.
Before you could turn around, someone stepped in front of you, blocking your view.
A man.
You blinked and looked up. He was hard to miss, bright red hair, clown makeup that somehow looked deliberate and clean, not messy, and a bright purple suit hanging open halfway down his chest.
He leaned on the counter beside you and smiled. “Hey.”
You tilted your head slightly. “What are you supposed to be?”
He smiled wider, teeth glinting under the dim lights. “What do you think I am?”
You sipped your drink and glanced at him sideways. “Ronald McDonald. If he was hot.”
He let out a low laugh, clearly amused. “You think I’m hot?”
You smirked faintly, setting your drink down. “You know you’re hot. No one dresses like that with their chest out unless they already know it.”
His grin turned lazy, eyes trailing over you briefly. “Fair enough. I’m Seungcheol,” he said, offering his hand.
You shook it as you introduced yourself. “Nice to meet you.”
His eyes flicked toward your wings. “That’s impressive. They look real. Must’ve taken a lot of time to make those.”
You snickered, taking another sip. “You have no idea.”
He tilted his head. “Wanna dance?”
You hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Sure.”
You let him take your hand and guide you to the center of the crowd.
The music was loud, lights flashing red and blue across the floor.
You moved with him, his hand finding your waist, spinning you lightly, the rhythm easy to fall into. His touch trailed lower, down your hips, then your thighs, his breath close to your neck. You let it happen. You told yourself maybe this would help, maybe it would drown out everything else you were feeling.
Then your wings jerked.
It wasn’t you.
They fluttered suddenly and hard, pushing Seungcheol back away from you.
You turned sharply, glare already forming.
Jeonghan stood by the corner now, Joshua beside him. The girls were gone. Both demons watched you, unmoving, unreadable.
You clenched your jaw, turned back to Seungcheol, and quickly reached for his hand. “I’m so sorry,” you said. “Someone pushed me.”
He blinked, startled but smiling. “It’s fine,” he said easily, brushing it off.
You nodded, trying to focus again, but before you could even move, Jeonghan and Joshua were suddenly there, standing right beside you.
Jeonghan grabbed your arm. “We’re leaving.”
Seungcheol frowned, stepping forward. “Excuse me? Who the hell are you?”
Jeonghan looked at him with that slow, dangerous smirk. “The devil,” he said, before tugging you again.
You yanked your arm back. “What is the matter with you?”
Joshua sighed, his voice calm. “We should go home now.”
You crossed your arms, frustration spiking. “Then go ahead. I’d like to spend more time with Seungcheol.”
Jeonghan’s tone dropped low. “The hell you will. You’re not spending the night with this mortal.”
“Excuse me?” Seungcheol said, eyes narrowing.
Jeonghan ignored him, his gaze locked on you. “You wouldn’t want to. He reeks of lust for you, and trust me, you wouldn’t enjoy what that feels like.”
Seungcheol’s face shifted from confusion to irritation. “What the hell is your problem?”
“Jeonghan!” you snapped, glaring. “Enough.”
Jeonghan only smirked, then turned to you, tone deceptively calm. “Relax. He won’t remember.”
Before you could ask what he meant, he stepped forward, catching Seungcheol’s gaze. His eyes flashed red. Seungcheol’s went blank white for a split second before returning to normal.
He blinked, looked around, and then smiled politely. “Uh… excuse me? May I pass? I’m gonna go find my friends.”
You stared at him in disbelief as he walked away. “Unbelievable.”
Joshua exhaled softly. “Let’s go.”
This time, you didn’t resist when he intertwined his fingers with yours. Jeonghan slung an arm casually over your shoulders as they steered you away from the noise and back toward home.
You were furious, frustrated, and too tired to hide it.
Before you could open your mouth, Jeonghan leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he said quietly, “It’s time to take our jealous angel home.”
The words sent a spark through you, sharp, consuming, impossible to ignore. The mix of anger, embarrassment, and something deeper burned in your chest, spilling through every nerve.
Jeonghan chuckled under his breath, clearly feeling it. Joshua’s low purr followed, quiet but satisfied, both demons feeding off every conflicted emotion in you as the three of you disappeared down the dim street toward home.
iv. CAUTION! DO NOT INHALE THE MAGIC PLANT!
The front door barely shut behind you before you stomped your way through the hallway, the faint click of your heels sharp and quick against the floorboards.
You didn’t look back, didn’t care if the two followed. You could already feel their presence anyway, always could.
Their energy hung thick in the air, heavier tonight, burning almost as much as your irritation.
You pushed your bedroom door open and went straight inside, the soft white feathers of your wings brushing the doorframe as you entered.
“Are you serious right now?” Jeonghan’s voice came from behind you, dripping disbelief as the door swung open again. “You’re actually upset over that— that mortal?”
You exhaled sharply through your nose, not turning around. “You had no right to drive Seungcheol away. I was having a good time with him.” You reached up, pulling the halo from your head and tossing it on your vanity, your movements sharp and impatient.
Joshua stepped into the room behind Jeonghan, quieter but still watching you carefully. The air in the room shifted, the tension drawing tighter as the fake wings on your back began to dissolve into illusion, turning once again into their crafted, harmless form before falling limply against the dresser.
Jeonghan scoffed. “A good time?” His tone was sharp but confused, brows furrowing as he tilted his head slightly. “You mean the idiot in the clown suit? You can do better than that.”
Joshua shot him a look before sighing. “What Jeonghan means,” he said softly, turning to you, “is that you shouldn’t spend time with strangers.”
You spun around, eyes narrowing at the two of them. “Is it because you don’t think I can handle myself?” Your voice was louder now, cutting through the air. “I can ruin a person’s life with a flick of my finger.”
Joshua nodded slightly, raising his hands in a small gesture of peace. “That’s not what we’re saying—”
“Then what?” you snapped, cutting him off. “You two had those girls for dinner and I never interrupted that, or got bothered about it.”
Jeonghan’s lips curved into that familiar, dangerous smirk, his tone lowering, eyes glinting red under the dim light of your room. “Is that why we can feel the jealousy rolling off you earlier?”
You froze, throat tightening. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, turning your back to them, moving toward the table in the corner of your room.
The shelves and drawers there were cluttered with potion bottles, herbs, small cauldrons, and containers of shimmering dust. You busied yourself tidying them, pretending not to hear their quiet amusement behind you.
“The sweet smell of it,” Joshua murmured, his voice closer now. “It’s stronger than we’ve ever felt before.”
“Coming from you, it’s even sweeter,” Jeonghan added. “Maybe it’s because of the blood oath, but your emotions—” he paused, smiling faintly, “—they smell sweeter and taste better.”
You stayed quiet, hands tightening around a small bottle of powdered amber, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened at their words.
You heard movement, Jeonghan’s quiet steps as he approached. He leaned slightly toward you, voice teasing. “It’s that look right there,” he said, pointing at your face. “That look when you’re frustrated. The same look you had earlier when you were trying to figure out why you were jealous.”
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. “Jeonghan—”
He was already glancing toward the table beside you, his curiosity catching on a strange-looking potted plant sitting near the edge.
Its vines were deep green, the large flower in full bloom, dark red blending into purple, its bud oddly shaped, almost like it had a small face hidden within the petals. He plucked it up carefully and held it up in front of your face with an amused grin. “You look like this plant,” he teased.
“Put that down, Jeonghan—” you started, but before you could finish, the plant let out a soft pop, followed by a puff of bright purple and red sparks that burst right into your face.
You gasped instinctively, stepping back as the haze surrounded you and quickly faded. The taste of it lingered faintly on your tongue, sweet and warm, and you inhaled before realizing what you’d just done.
Jeonghan blinked, his smirk gone. “What was that?” he asked, lowering the plant.
Joshua moved closer, brows furrowed, his voice filled with concern. “Are you okay? What kind of plant was that?”
You coughed softly, waving your hand in front of your face. “You fucking idiot,” you said breathlessly. “That was—”
But you didn’t get to finish.
You felt it immediately.
Heat.
A slow, creeping warmth that started from your chest and spread downward, thick and consuming.
Your skin flushed. Your heart began to pound faster, louder. You blinked hard, feeling your pupils dilate for a second, the world flickering pink before it settled again. The air felt heavy, too warm. You shifted, trying to steady yourself, but then came the flutter low in your stomach, the strange tingling that made your breath hitch.
You pressed your thighs together instinctively, your hand gripping the edge of the table for support.
Jeonghan frowned. “What’s the problem?” he asked, stepping closer.
You tried to open your mouth, but what came out instead was a small, involuntary sound, half a moan, half a whimper, as you bent forward, your knuckles white on the tabletop.
The scent in the air changed instantly.
Jeonghan froze.
Joshua’s expression shifted as realization dawned.
They exchanged a quick look, both demons immediately recognizing it.
The sharp, intoxicating scent of lust filled the air around you, and they didn’t need to guess.
“Was that a sex pollen, angel?” Jeonghan asked slowly.
“Mhm,” you breathed out softly, voice low, eyes half-lidded as your knees weakened and you sank slowly to the floor.
The air felt too heavy to breathe properly.
Joshua was beside you in seconds, crouching down, his hands steady as he helped you up. The warmth of his touch sent another rush through your body, making your skin prickle, the heat between your legs intensifying.
“I-It’s an ingredient,” you murmured, voice shaky but soft. “For… t-the love potion. A customer commissioned it.” Your words came out in pieces, interrupted by the sound of your breathing.
Joshua looked over your face, worry lining his features. Jeonghan’s expression was unreadable, though his eyes glowed faintly as he stood behind him, tension coiling in the air.
You found the strength to push yourself up, backing away slowly from both of them. “I-I know my feelings are not helping you,” you said between uneven breaths. “You— fuck… y-you n-need to go. I’ll just lock myself in my room until the effects wear off.”
Your tone was steady for a second, before a quiet sound slipped out of your throat, your body betraying you mid-sentence.
You clenched your jaw, shaking your head. “Just go,” you said again, trying to sound firm, but the way you purred the last word made Joshua glance at Jeonghan with visible unease.
Jeonghan’s steps were slow as he approached, the corner of his mouth curving faintly. “We’re your familiars,” he said softly, voice low. “Bound by oath to serve you and protect you.” His eyes locked with yours. “We’ll help you.”
You shook your head, you tried telling them that you were going to be fine, that they didn't have to do this, but no words came out of your mouth only whines and moans.
“Mm—f-fuck, hurts…”
Jeonghan was already there, gently caressing your neck then your cheeks, making you audibly purr as you nuzzled his hands.
“I've wanted you since the second I saw you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “And so has Shua. Why do you think we saved you that night at Salem? We wanted you that very second.”
You gasped, shock etched on your features as you stared at the two of them. How could they possibly want you? They were your best friends, your familiars. You were just a witch, and they were incubi, powerful beings known for their insatiable appetites.
But then the arousal hit you again, wave after wave of need crashing over you. You moaned, your hips bucking against Jeonghan's as you clung to him desperately.
“Let us take care of you,” Jeonghan cooed, his hands roaming over your body, teasing and tormenting. “Let us show you pleasure like you've never known.”
You were too out of it to reply, but a breathy “please” fell from your lips as you nodded your consent.
That was all it took for Jeonghan to claim your mouth in a searing kiss, his lips demanding and possessive as he pushed you up against the wall.
His tongue delved deep, tangling with yours in a sensual dance that left you breathless. Your hands tangled in his long hair, gripping tightly as he ground his hard length against your core. He groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you impossibly closer.
You opened your eyes mid-kiss to find Joshua standing there, leaning against the table with a smirk on his face. His dark red eyes were filled with lust as he watched the two of you, making you whine with need.
As if reading your mind, Jeonghan broke the kiss and called Joshua over. “Come give our little witch a kiss,” he purred, nipping at your lower lip.
Joshua stalked towards you, not breaking eye contact. “Can I kiss you, beautiful?” he asked softly, his voice low and seductive.
You nodded, your lips parting in anticipation. Jeonghan continued his assault on your neck and chest, removing your dress with deft fingers as Joshua leaned in.
His kiss was different from Jeonghan's, softer and more sensual. He took his time, his tongue stroking yours in a way that made your toes curl. Where Jeonghan was messy and aggressive, Joshua was slow and sensual, drawing out the pleasure until you were dizzy with need.
You moaned and whined, begging for more as they lavished attention on your body. Jeonghan's hands were everywhere, caressing and teasing as Joshua's lips trailed down your neck to your now bare chest.
“Tell us what you need,” Jeonghan cooed, his arm caging you against the wall as he watched Joshua devour your mouth. “We'll give you anything you want.”
“Please, Han,” you begged, nearly in tears as you squirmed against them. “I need you to fuck me.”
Jeonghan threw his head back with a growl, cooing at you as he caressed your face. “So pretty when you beg,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Meanwhile, Joshua was trailing kisses down your body, his hands skimming over your curves. He praised you as he went, telling you how beautiful and perfect you were.
“Pretty girl”
“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“So fucking soft.”
“So sweet.”
“Let us take care of you,” Jeonghan promised, his eyes dark with desire. “We'll make you feel so good.”
With that said, Joshua ripped your lace panties clean off and immediately dove between your legs, licking a stripe up your slit. You leaned back against the wall with a gasp, your hand tangling in his hair as you ground against his face.
“Fuck, Josh!” You whined.
Jeonghan caged you in, watching your face intently as he praised you for being such a good girl. His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub as Joshua ate you out.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Joshua groaned against your pussy, his tongue delving deep to lap up your juices. “I could feast on this pussy for hours.”
“Yes, f-feels so good,” you moaned, your head falling back against the wall. “More, please.”
Jeonghan obliged, his fingers picking up speed as he pushed two digits inside you, scissoring them to stretch you out. You clenched around him, your walls fluttering as he fucked you with his hand.
“You like that, baby?” he purred, his thumb circling your clit. “You like having my fingers inside you while Joshua eats this sweet cunt?”
“Yes,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against their touch. “Fuck yes I do.”
They worked you higher and higher, their mouths and hands bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. You could feel your orgasm building, your body winding tighter and tighter until you were teetering on the edge.
“Come for us, angel,” Jeonghan urged, his fingers curling to hit that special spot inside you. “Let us see you come apart.”
With a scream, you did just that, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Joshua didn't let up, his tongue continuing to stroke you through the aftershocks until you collapsed forward, spent and gasping.
“Ah! Nngh—fuck!”
But even as you caught your breath, you could feel the need still pulsing through your veins. You gripped onto Jeonghan tighter, whining that you wanted more.
“We've got you, baby,” he cooed, lifting you up easily. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your arms wound around his neck, clinging to him like a lifeline.
His wings fluttered behind him as his tail swayed gently, a comforting presence in the midst of the chaos. Meanwhile, Joshua moved away from the wall you three were standing by and stripped off his clothes before he laid back on your bed, stroking his hard cock as he watched the you and Jeonghan
You couldn't help yourself as you whined and moaned, your words stuttering out of you like a woman possessed by lust. “I-I c-can't help it anymore, Han,”you gasped, grinding up and down against Jeonghan's clothed cock as he carried you.
Jeonghan looked amused as he spoke to Joshua, acting as if you weren't even there. “Look at her, like a bitch in heat,” he chuckled darkly. He let go of his hold on you, watching with hooded eyes as you held on and continued to grind against him, nuzzling into his neck.
“Hannie— f-feel s’good… nngh,” You whimpered, nuzzling into Jeonghan's neck as you grinded on him. He inhaled deeply, feeding off your arousal. “That's it, baby, just like that,” he encouraged, his hands cupping your ass and moving you faster, lifting you up and down as he ground you against his clothed cock.
Jeonghan made eye contact with Joshua, who was moaning as he stroked himself, watching the two of you with rapt attention. “Watch him, baby,” Jeonghan whispered in your ear. “Look how much Shua enjoys watching you like this.”
You did as he said, watching as Joshua's hand stroked his thick cock, making your mouth water. Jeonghan gripped your thighs tightly, thrusting hard against you multiple times. The fabric of his clothes created a delicious friction against your sensitive skin, making you moan and throw your head back.
“Fuck, you're so sexy like this,” Jeonghan growled, his voice making you shiver. “You want me to fuck you, baby? You want my cock deep inside you?”
You nodded frantically, begging him with lewd words. “Please, fuck me, I need it so badly, I need to feel good,” you whimpered, your voice dripping with desire.
Jeonghan caved, throwing you onto the bed and manhandling you until you were on all fours. He ripped off your bra, slapping your ass hard, making you buck down into Joshua's lap. Joshua caressed your hair, watching you with dark eyes.
“You're going to suck Joshua's cock while I fuck you, baby,” Jeonghan directed, his voice low and commanding. “Can you do that for us?”
You nodded.
“Use your words, angel,” Joshua told you softly as he caressed your head.
“Yes, please, fuck me,” you begged, your voice breathy and desperate.
“Go ahead, baby. Take me in your pretty mouth,” Joshua petted your hair.
You obliged instantly, opening your mouth and licking a stripe up his cock, making him curse and throw his head back.
“Fuck— just like that, baby.”
You slowly took him into your mouth, sucking him off as he praised you, his moans spurring you on. He held your hair, pushing your head down further, making you take more of him into your mouth.
“You’re doing so good for us, pretty girl.”
Behind you, Jeonghan praised you as he stripped naked, grinding his hard cock against your dripping pussy. “Look at you, taking Joshua's cock so well,” he growled, pushing into you slowly. You moaned around Joshua's thick length, the stretch of both cocks driving you wild.
“That's it, our perfect little witch,” Joshua groaned, gripping your hair. He thrust deeper, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
Jeonghan matched his pace, fucking you from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and their praises.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Jeonghan grunted, his hands gripping your hips. “Gonna fill you up, baby.”
Yes, cum in me,” you moaned, looking up at Joshua with hooded eyes. He smirked, fucking your face faster.
“That's right, take our loads like a good girl,” Joshua commanded, his voice strained. “Gonna coat your insides.”
Jeonghan's thrusts became erratic, his grip on your hips bruising. “Fuck... I'm close,” he warned, his cock pulsing inside you. Joshua was right behind him, his balls tightening.
“Cum for us, little witch,” Jeonghan demanded, pinching your clit sharply. You shattered with a scream, your pussy clenching down on them. They followed soon after, their hot seed filling you to the brim.
“Mm, look at that,” Jeonghan purred, spreading your ass cheeks. “So full of our cum.”
Your insatiable hunger for more grew as the sex pollen coursed through your veins, igniting every nerve ending with raw, unbridled lust. You squirmed between the twins, your body burning up from the inside out.
“Please… m-more,” you whined, turning to look up at Jeonghan with desperate eyes. “I need more. I can't get enough.”
Jeonghan's expression softened with understanding. “I know, baby,” he soothed, cupping your face gently. “We'll take care of you. Don't worry.”
Joshua nodded in agreement, his hand sliding up your thigh. “Don’t worry, little witch.” We're just as turned on as you are,” he assured you. “We’re feeding off your arousal. The more you want, the better.”
You moaned at his touch, spreading your legs wider in invitation. Jeonghan scooped you up easily, moving you to the center of the bed. He laid down on his back, positioning you in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.
Joshua moved between your thighs, his hard length hovering just inches from your soaked entrance. “Let's see how many times we can make our little witch cum tonight,” he purred, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Jeonghan held you securely in place, his hands roaming your body as Joshua began to tease you. His fingers glided through your folds, spreading your juices around before dipping inside ever so slightly.
“Fuck, she's so tight,” Joshua groaned, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy. Your walls clenched down around them, desperate to be filled.
“Be gentle with her,” Jeonghan warned, pinching your nipples. “Our little witch is extra sensitive tonight.”
Joshua nodded, pulling his fingers out. He replaced them with the head of his cock, pushing in just an inch. You whimpered at the stretch, your body quivering with anticipation.
“Shh, we've got you,” Jeonghan cooed, stroking your hair. “Let Joshua take his time with you.”
Joshua began to rock into you, pushing in a little further each time. You moaned softly, your head falling back against Jeonghan's shoulder. He kissed your neck, his hands roaming lower to rub slow circles around your clit.
“Fuck... she's gripping me so tightly,” Joshua grunted, finally pushing fully inside. You cried out at the sudden fullness, your pussy clenching down on him.
“That's it, take Joshua's cock like a good girl,” Jeonghan praised, nibbling on your earlobe. “Let him fuck you nice and slow.”
Joshua pulled out almost completely before slamming back inside, setting a steady pace. The bed creaked beneath you as the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
“Oh God... it feels so good,” you panted, rocking your hips back to meet Joshua's thrusts. “Don't stop, please don't stop.”
“Never, baby,” Joshua reassured you, as Jeonghan hummed in agreement as he continuing his ministrations on your clit. “We're going to fuck you all night long until you can't walk straight.”
You keened at his words, the promise of more pleasure pushing you closer to the edge. Joshua hammered into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust.
“That's it, fuck her harder,” Jeonghan urged, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see her cum on your cock.”
Joshua complied, pounding into you with wild abandon. Your body shook as the coil in your belly tightened, ready to snap at any moment.
“Fuck... I'm gonna cum,” Joshua warned, his movements becoming erratic. “Cum with me, little witch.”
With one final thrust, you both shattered. Your pussy clamped down on Joshua's pulsing cock, milking him for all he had. You screamed in ecstasy, your vision going white as the most intense orgasm of your life ripped through you.
As you came down from your high, Joshua pulled out slowly, his softening member slipping from your well-fucked pussy. You laid there panting, your body shaking from the aftershocks.
But even in the aftermath, you could still feel the heat building within you once more. The sex pollen demanded more, and you knew this was only the beginning.
“Again?” Jeonghan asked softly, sensing your growing need. He shifted beneath you, rolling onto his side to face you.
You nodded breathlessly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked, reaching down to stroke your dripping folds. “I think our little witch is ready for another round,” he said teasingly, circling your sensitive clit.
You keened at the touch, your hips bucking into his hand. Joshua moved to the side, letting Jeonghan take the lead once more.
“This time,” Jeonghan purred, kissing along your jaw. “You’re going to ride me.”
Jeonghan moved you to straddle him, his strong hands gripping your hips as he guided you onto his thick cock. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you, your walls clenching down around his hard length.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Jeonghan groaned, his head falling back against the pillows.
Joshua sat back on the bed, watching the two of you with hungry eyes. His own cock stood at attention, hard and ready for another round.
You began to grind in Jeonghan's lap, working yourself up and down his shaft. Your movements were slow at first, savoring the delicious stretch of his cock. But soon, you picked up the pace, bouncing on him with wild abandon.
“Oh God, yes!” you cried out, your nails digging into Jeonghan's chest. “Fuck me harder!”
Jeonghan obliged, thrusting up into you with force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as your tongues tangled together, fighting for dominance as you lost yourself in the pleasure.
“Feel so fucking good f’me, baby,” Jeonghan's hands roamed your body, squeezing your ass and leaving bruises in their wake.
“Fuck, look at you,” Joshua purred, moving behind you. He ran his hands over your back, tracing the lines of your spine. “Riding my brother so well. Such a good little witch.”
You moaned into Jeonghan's mouth, the praise only spurring you on. You leaned back, placing your hands on his knees as you ground down onto him harder.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” Jeonghan groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. “I can feel you squeezing me. You gonna cum on my cock again, baby?”
“Mhm— f-fuck,” You nodded breathlessly, your body trembling with need. Joshua moved closer, his hands sliding around your waist. He helped you move up and down Jeonghan's cock, adding to the delicious friction.
“Come on, little witch,” Joshua urged, his lips brushing against your ear. “Cum for us. Show us how much you love our cocks.”
Your walls fluttered around Jeonghan's hard length, the coil in your belly tightening once more. You gripped his horn, the unique texture adding to the intensity of your pleasure. Jeonghan let out a dark laugh, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“That's it, use my horn,” he growled, pounding up into you mercilessly. “Gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum again.”
With a scream, you came undone. Your pussy clenched down on Jeonghan's cock, milking him for all he had. He followed soon after, his hot seed spurting deep inside you as he thrust through your orgasm.
As you came down from your high, you slumped against Jeonghan's chest, panting heavily. But even as you recovered, you could still feel the heat building within you once more.
Joshua chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as he smelled your hunger in the air. “We're not done with you yet, little witch,” he purred, his voice laced with promise.
Jeonghan nodded in agreement, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “This is just the beginning,” he assured you, his hands roaming your body once more. “We're going to fuck you all night long until you can't take anymore and beg us to stop.”
You shivered at the thought, your body already aching for more. The sex pollen coursed through your veins, demanding to be satisfied.
And with the twins by your side, you knew you were in for a long, pleasure-filled night.
And you did.
You spent the night being thoroughly fucked by the twins, your insatiable hunger fueled by the sex pollen and theirs fueled by your arousal.
They took you again and again, in every position imaginable.
In the bed, on the floor, against the walls. Their hard cocks stretched you deliciously, hitting depths you didn't know existed. You cried out in ecstasy, your moans echoing through the house as they pounded into you.
Your body was a canvas of bruises and marks, evidence of their possession. Hickeys littered your neck and chest, purple and angry from their biting. Scratches marred their backs and shoulders, your nails digging into their skin as you clung to them.
They used magic to keep you airborne, fucking you mid-air as they passed you between them. Their wings fluttered, holding you steady as they took turns thrusting into your dripping pussy and tight ass. You screamed in pleasure, your orgasm ripping through you as they filled you with their hot seed.
At one point, they carried you to the kitchen, bending you over the counter as they fucked you from behind. The cold marble felt good against your heated skin, a welcome contrast to their scorching touches. They fed you bits of fruit as they took you, their hands roaming your body possessively.
Back in the bedroom, they fucked you together, their hard cocks stretching you impossibly wide. You came undone, your vision going white as they thrust into you in perfect sync. Your pussy and ass clenched down on them, milking their cocks for all they had.
Throughout it all, your moans and cries filled the air, mixing with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. You were sure the entire neighborhood could hear you, your screams of pleasure echoing into the night.
When the sun finally rose, the three of you collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed. Your body was raw and aching, every inch of you marked by their possession. The twins held you close, their hands roaming your body tenderly as they used magic to clean the fluids from your skin.
You drifted off to sleep in Jeonghan's arms, your head resting on his chest. He held you tightly, his fingers running through your hair as he watched you sleep. Joshua joined him, pressing his chest against your back as the three of you spooned.
Exhausted but satisfied, you knew you had pushed your body to its limits. But with the twins by your side, you also knew you were safe. They would take care of you, no matter what.
And as you drifted off to sleep, your body still humming with pleasure, you knew this was only the beginning of your adventures with the incubus twins.
v. EPILOGUE
Some truths only reveal themselves in the quiet that follows desire. By dawn, the world outside had begun to settle again, but inside the dim glow of your room, everything felt different.
The three of you lay tangled together, your breathing soft and steady as Jeonghan and Joshua held you close, their bodies warm against yours.
Ancient promises rested between every heartbeat, promises older than this lifetime and the last.
And as Joshua whispered that he knew Jeonghan had recognized the plant from the very beginning, calling him a goofy actor for pretending otherwise.
Jeonghan only smiled in the dark, his expression smug and unbothered, and Joshua huffed softly like he had expected nothing less from him.
The truth hung between them, quiet but undeniable.
This had been planned.
Jeonghan had nudged fate along with a gentle push, and Joshua had let him.
Jeonghan pressed a slow kiss to your sleeping forehead, his voice low and knowing as he answered, because some things are inevitable.
Some bonds rewrite themselves no matter the lifetime.
“She was always going to be ours,” he murmured. “I only made sure she stopped running from it… one way or another.”
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Synopsis: A late-night study session with your sexy, sharp-tongued study partner turns into a game of control when he quizzes you with pop questions, punishing wrong answers with teasing touches and threats. What was supposed to be studying quickly becomes an erotic lesson in submission and power.
Themes: study partners, college setting, psychology majors, study sessions turning into intimate encounters, power play, teasing and edging, control and submission, sexual tension, public risk, control, obedience
Pairing: seungcheol x female reader (both psychology majors)
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, power imbalances, public setting (library), oral sex, fingering, edging and orgasm control
It’s close to midnight when Seungcheol finally shows up.
He’s ten minutes late, again, with his hoodie pulled low and his hair still damp from a shower. You pretend you don’t notice the way he smells—like soap and warm skin and something a little too clean for the things running through your head.
“You already started without me?” he asks, throwing his bag on the chair across from mine.
“You were late,” you say flatly, not looking up.
He laughs, the deep kind that vibrates low in his throat. “Someone’s cranky.”
“I’m focused.”
“Mm. We’ll see how long that lasts.”
The words are offhand, but his gaze lingers. There’s something about the way he says it—how casual his voice is while his eyes roam over you like he already knows what’s going to happen.
You cross your legs under the table, gripping your pen a little tighter.
He takes his seat. You start reviewing. At first, it’s normal—terms, definitions, case studies. But then…
“Define operant conditioning,” he says, leaning in just slightly.
“Reinforcement or punishment used to increase or decrease a behavior,” you reply automatically.
“Good girl.”
You freeze.
He says it so softly you're not sure you heard him right. But when you glance up, he’s looking at you—really looking.
“Do what? Call you a good girl?” His voice drops. “Does it bother you?”
“It’s distracting.”
“Interesting,” he says, folding his arms behind his head. “Because it looked like you liked it.”
Your pulse kicks up. The room is too quiet. Too private. It’s the end of the semester, and most of campus is asleep or wired on caffeine in another building. We’re in a back corner study room, half the lights off, no one walking by.
You should shut this down. You should get back to your notes. But then his foot slides under the table and touches yours. Light. Testing.
“Want to play a game?” he murmurs.
Your hand stills. Your mouth is dry. “No games. We’re behind.”
“Then let’s multitask.” His eyes flash. “For every correct answer, I reward you. For every mistake…” He smiles slowly. “You get punished.”
You know you should say no. Should roll your eyes and go back to reviewing. But your thighs are already pressing together under the table, breath catching in your throat.
You glance up. “How are you defining ‘reward’ and ‘punish’?”
His gaze drags down your face, your chest, your legs.
“Why don’t we find out?”
You swallow hard and nod once.
He leans back in his chair, arms folded, legs wide.
He smiles like he’s been waiting for this.
“Question one: What’s the difference between positive and negative reinforcement?”
You blink, recite from memory. “Positive reinforcement adds a stimulus to increase behavior. Negative reinforcement removes something to increase behavior.”
His smile deepens. “Good girl.”
The words slide under your skin like silk.
You’re not prepared for the way his foot slips under the table, brushing your calf, sliding up, slow and deliberate. You suck in a breath.
“That’s your reward,” he says. “Next.”
You barely have time to recover.
“Question two: Define punishment in behavioral terms.”
You hesitate, fingers tightening around your pen. “Punishment… decreases behavior. Positive punishment adds an unpleasant stimulus. Negative removes a positive one.”
His foot presses between your legs, nudging your knees apart.
“That hesitation cost you.”
You stiffen.
He leans forward, dark eyes locked on yours. “Don’t close them. Keep your legs where I put them.”
You obey, your breath catching when his toe presses lightly against your inner thigh.
“Third question. Define fixed ratio schedule.”
You’re panting now, trying to think. “It’s… reinforcement given after a specific number of responses.”
“Correct.”
This time it’s not his foot—it’s his hand, sliding under the table, fingers skimming the bare skin just above your knee. You’re hyper aware of every brush, every shift of his knuckles.
“Shorts?” he murmurs. “Or skirt?”
You meet his gaze, throat dry. “Skirt.”
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes briefly, like he's holding himself back. “You really are trying to test me.”
His fingers drift higher.
“Fourth question. Describe the concept of learned helplessness.”
You try. You swear you try. But all you can focus on is the heat of his palm against your thigh, creeping higher, tracing the crease where your leg meets your hip.
“W–when an individual… is exposed to inescapable negative stimuli, they stop trying to escape, even when a solution is present.”
His fingers pause just short of your underwear.
“Very good,” he murmurs. “So smart.”
You’re aching. Slick between your thighs. And he hasn’t even really touched you yet.
His thumb strokes along the waistband of your panties. The featherlight touch makes your breath hitch.
“Next one,” he says. “Ready?”
You nod, swallowing hard.
“Name two famous behaviorists.”
“Skinner and… Watson.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, and this time he rewards you with a single, slow stroke over your clothed core. You twitch in your seat, biting your lip to keep from making a sound.
“Oh, you liked that.” His fingers repeat the motion. “You’re so wet already, baby. I haven’t even done anything yet.”
You shift in your seat, thighs tightening. “Cheol, we can’t—”
“We can,” he cuts in, voice a command now. “No one’s coming in this late. And you’re the one begging for attention with those pretty little skirts.”
“I wasn’t—”
He cuts you off with a soft, dark laugh, leaning in. “You wore lace under that skirt to a study session. You wanted to be touched.”
Your cheeks burn. He’s right.
And when his fingers slip past the lace this time—bare skin to bare heat—you forget how to breathe.
He groans, the sound deep and quiet. “Fuck. You're soaked.”
“Cheol—”
“I told you.” He sinks a single finger in, slow and teasing. “Get the answers right, and I’ll give you what you want. Get them wrong…”
He pulls his hand away. Cold. Empty.
“…and you’ll have to beg.”
You whimper, chasing his hand instinctively.
The smirk he gives you is pure sin.
“Last question. Get this right, and I’ll make you come right here, right now.”
You stare at him, shaking slightly, thighs slick and trembling.
“Define conditioned stimulus.”
You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. His hand hovers just above your cunt, waiting.
“One…”
You panic. “A—a previously neutral stimulus… that, after association with the unconditioned one, triggers the same response.”
His hand sinks back down. Two fingers this time. Crooked just right.
“Correct.”
And just like that, you fall to pieces—back arched, breath ragged, his name on your lips like a secret sin.
You try to stay quiet, really, you do.
But when his fingers start pumping in and out, slow and steady, curling just right, it’s impossible to keep still on his lap. Your hips roll instinctively, chasing the friction, grinding down as your thighs tremble around him.
“Fuck, you’re needy,” Seungcheol growls against your neck, voice barely above a whisper. “Dripping all over my hand in a goddamn study room.”
You bite your bottom lip, tasting skin, trying to suppress the moan clawing its way up your throat.
His free hand grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back just enough so he can watch your face as he fucks you with his fingers. “Let them hear if you want,” he says, eyes dark. “Or be a good girl and stay quiet. Either way, you’re not leaving this chair until I feel you come.”
You dig your nails into his hoodie as your body shakes, that coil in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter. Every press of his thumb against your clit sends sparks flying. You’re soaked, whimpering into his shoulder, thighs clenching around his wrist as he works you through it.
“Cheol—please—”
“That’s it,” he mutters. “Come for me, sweetheart. Be loud. Be messy.”
You do. You fall apart right there in his lap, teeth sinking into his collarbone to muffle the broken gasp that spills from your lips as your orgasm hits hard and fast, making your whole body go tense and weightless at once.
By the time you catch your breath, your panties are ruined, and his fingers are glistening.
“You made a mess,” he smirks, sucking one finger into his mouth with a filthy groan. “We’re not done.”
He doesn’t give you time to recover. Doesn’t let you fix your hair or adjust your skirt. He just grabs your bag, presses a kiss to your cheek like you’re some innocent girl he’s walking home, and guides you out of the library with his hand on your lower back like he owns you.
When you finally reach his dorm, he doesn’t even turn on the lights. He locks the door, pins you to it, and kisses you like he’s been waiting all semester to ruin you.
And he does.
He strips you slow—fingers tracing every inch of skin he uncovers like he’s studying you now—and when he finally peels your panties off completely, he brings them to his nose with a groan, then pockets them like a trophy.
“You’re gonna ride me,” he says, voice rough as he pulls his hoodie off and sinks onto the edge of his bed, jeans undone, cock thick and hard in his fist. “Nice and slow. Show me how much you really learned tonight.”
You climb onto him, thighs sore, cunt still throbbing from earlier. His hands grip your hips as you sink down, and the stretch steals your breath. He’s thick. Hot. Heavy. Every inch of him fills you up perfectly.
You start slow, bouncing gently, rolling your hips the way he taught you to move, but Seungcheol clearly has other plans.
“Not like that,” he snaps, slapping your ass. “You teased me all week wearing those short skirts. Begging for my attention in those tight little study group outfits. You don’t get to take it slow.”
He grabs your wrists, pulling them behind your back and holding them with one hand, while the other grabs your throat—not tight, but firm enough to make you moan.
“Now fuck me like you mean it.”
And you do.
You ride him hard, your thighs burning, tits bouncing, moans filling the dark room. His cock hits every sensitive spot, thick and perfect, dragging over your walls until you’re crying his name like a prayer.
“Touch yourself,” he growls. “Let me see how pretty you look falling apart on my cock.”
Your fingers find your clit, and with just a few messy circles, you’re unraveling again—legs shaking, cunt clenching tight around him as you come with a sharp cry.
“Good fucking girl,” he groans, and then he’s flipping you onto your back, hooking your legs over his shoulders and slamming back in, fucking you deep, hard, relentless. “One more,” he pants. “Give me one more.”
Your head lolls back, brain fogged with pleasure, body wrecked and begging. “Cheol—please, I can’t—”
“You can,” he says, biting down on your collarbone. “You will.”
You come again—shaking, sobbing, nails digging into his back as he finally lets go with a low, guttural growl, spilling inside you and holding you tight as he rides out every wave.
After, he doesn’t speak for a while.
Just pulls you into his chest, kisses your forehead, and strokes your hair as you lie tangled in the sheets, spent and dripping.
“Guess we’re doing another study session tomorrow,” he murmurs.
And the smirk in his voice makes you shiver all over again.
Author's note: this smut may or may not have been a reaction to Scoups' met gala look. Sorry not sorry. I also may have gotten a little carried away and started writing the second part of this oneshot but I'll most probably not upload it.
Rating/Genre: M18+, strangers to friends (idiots) to lovers, rom-com vibes; fluff, smut (in part two), angst
Pairings: SingleDad!Mingyu x DaycareTeacher!Reader(f), mentions of Joshua, Seungcheol, and Jeonghan
Warnings: Mentions of having/raising kids, parenting, having a family/wanting to be a parent, that sort of stuff, like he’s SUCH a family man, so much fucking cuteness with a 4-year-old kid, kid tears from another kid hitting, SLOW burn!!!, Mingyu is called Daddy but it’s because he’s literally a father (not used during sexy times), reader is shorter/overall smaller than Mingyu, reader is called ‘ma’am’ playfully/teasingly, ugh this Mingyu is such a dilf in like the most wholesome way!!, future explicit smut (size kink, choking, etc)!
Word Count: 16.5k
Summary: You've sworn off dating. But your favourite kid at your work has the hottest dad in the entire world. A bit of harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right?
A/N: Part one of two (second coming Sun. Sept. 17)! There's no smut in this part but please stick with me here, ok? It'll be worth it!! If you don't like kids, you probably won't like this - so I'd recommend skipping it!
You aren’t supposed to have favourites. But it’s hard not to when Marco comes over, holding up his indiscernible lego creation proudly to show you, his sweet toothy smile and bright eyes making you melt as they do every single day you come into work.
It doesn’t make sense. There is no reason for you to feel so connected to this kid, this four-year-old with big, brown almond-shaped eyes and the cutest little nose.
But on the first day you’d set foot into the daycare, he’d given you the brightest smiles, calling for you to watch what he was doing – whether it be running or jumping or climbing up the slide – and looking over at you to make sure the new teacher was watching, making you feel welcome even in all your anxieties. Already, you felt like his favourite.
So, having him wiggle his way inside your heart doesn’t feel all that weird. Not really. How could it when he seems so happy to have you there each day to play with?
Running up to you to get you to growl and reach out for him like any good monster would, him squealing and running away just to come back again five seconds later. Sending you a goofy face from across the classroom when he randomly looks up from the toys he’s playing with among his friends.
Laying, eyes closed, totally still, when you go around to tuck each of them in at naptime but breaking into a wide smile when you gently poke his side and tease him for pretending to be asleep already.
It’s halfway through your third week of work when Marco comes over to you with tears welled up in his eyes. There’d been some pushing and occasionally a kid falls while running and needs some comforting. But seeing his normally happy face all crumpled is completely heart-breaking.
“What happened?” you say gently, opening your arms quickly for him to run into and immediately wrapping soothingly around him, a hand rubbing gently over his back.
“M–M– Mila hit me!” he gets out between sobs, pulling back slightly to point in the direction he’d come from.
You look over his shoulder where a few kids are standing a couple metres away, Mila being one of them. You call her over and she comes, expression solemn, while you continue to hold Marco, asking him where it hurts, taking a look at his head where he points, caressing softly over it with your thumb.
“Mila, did you hit Marco?”
“No, I punched him!” she responds, tiny fist flying through the air for emphasis, the hard plastic toy still in her hand. It’s almost funny, the way she says it so fervently, but she’s absolutely old enough and smart enough to know better.
Not to mention that Marco’s not a hitter. He’s rambunctious and full of energy, a goofball, sometimes an excitable mess, but you haven’t seen him hurt anyone in all the hours you’ve spent with these kids.
It’s not a big enough thing to write a report on – that’s reserved for real injuries or accidents. But the behaviour needs to be addressed with Mila’s parents and it’s also important to let Marco’s parents know as well.
And because you were the one to deal with it on the playground, the other teachers decide to let you try handling it.
So, you stay a bit later that day. By 4:30pm, there’s no more than ten kids left and by 5:00pm, Marco is one of four.
Soaking in the gorgeous weather, you wait with one of the other class teachers and the last few kids on the fake grass next to the playground, close to the gate where the parents come for pick up.
While two of the them play with a ball back and forth and the one girl braids and unbraids Ashley’s hair over and over, Marco and you are play-fighting, him giggling away as he tries to knock you onto your back on the grass, only to screech when you easily toss him off or roll him to the side and scoot away as if trying to escape. You make a show of it, anything you can do to make him laugh harder, make his smile wider as he comes back, launching himself at you with a growl.
He finally relaxes – both of you giggling as you breathe heavily from the exertion – and he just lays on you for a second. Then he lifts his head to look at you, cracking up when you do the same simultaneously, shooting him a silly face. And that’s when you hear Ashley’s voice.
“Marco, look who’s here!”
You both turn your heads to the gate, but you can’t yet see who’s approaching on the other side. “Go get your water bottle,” you tell him.
The boy scurries off you, heading to do just that, then waits at the gate, eyes focused on the parent who has come to pick him up.
You pull yourself off the ground too, attempting to fix your dishevelled shirt and the way your hair is now surely tangled and crazy at the back of your head. You always leave work somewhat of a mess after running around with them all day.
But as you approach the gate and see Marco’s dad… Well, you sort of wish that wasn’t the case. You can’t doubt for a second that the young man standing in front of you is the child’s father. Perhaps uncle but even then, they look so much alike that those would need to be some strong genes.
“Hi!,” you say quickly, praying to not appear like you are as blown away by how gorgeous he is as you are. “Marco had a great day.”
“Oh, good,” the man says warmly, smiling down at the boy as he reaches to touch his hand where it grabs onto the fence.
You usher Marco back so you can unlatch it and let him out then you lean against the pole so there’s no space between you and the open gate for any other kids to squeeze through. “I do want to let you know though that there was a little incident today.”
He steps closer, a bit concerned, a large hand gently pressed to the top of Marco’s head, making sure he stays nearby.
“One of the other children got a bit rough with him and hit him on the head so you might notice…” You bend down, Marco’s big eyes following you as you reach for his head and push back the soft brown strands on his forehead to reveal a little bump. “There’s a bit of a bump. We just put some ice on it and he calmed down quickly but wanted to let you know,” you explain.
“Ok, ok…” he says, nodding as well as he looks at the mark and then down at Marco’s face that was now smiling up at him. “He certainly seems ok now,” he says with a little chuckle, mirroring Marco’s smile, and just proving their relation in how similar it is. Oh god, they are so adorable.
“Yeah, no, we had a lot of fun the rest of the day. I just didn’t want you to worry if we didn’t point it out to you.”
“Yeah, of course. Thanks,” he says, meeting your eyes again and making you vibrate a little with how kindly he’s looking at you. “You’re the new teacher?”
“That’s me, yeah,” you reply quickly, a little embarrassed though you don’t know why. You just feel a little flustered, and you can only blame it on the fact that this man is terribly good-looking, tall and broad, with a devastatingly attractive face. And somehow with all that, he also just has the softest energy to him. In how he looks at Marco, in how he looks at you, completely friendly and at ease.
“Teacher Y/N, right? Marco’s mentioned you,” he says before turning to the boy and bending to pull him swiftly up into his arms, his legs easily finding their place on either side of his dad’s torso. “Haven’t you, buddy? You have fun playing with Teacher today?”
“Yeaaah,” he replies, playing with the collar of his dad’s shirt and nodding his head.
“I had fun too, kiddo. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll play some more, ok?”
With that, the man adjusts the boy on his hip, taking a small step back. “Ok, thank you. We’ll see you tomorrow. Say bye!” he ushers to Marco, waving his hand, having his mini-me quickly follow suit.
You keep your eyes on them as you step back, still smiling, and close the gate, beginning to wave as well as you call out another goodbye to Marco. It‘s only once you turn that you let your face show what you were really feeling, eyes widening at Ashley, your mouth dropping slightly open.
“What?” she asks, almost concerned, one child behind her and the other two now in front of her playing with the toy trucks in a pleasantly subdued manner for once.
“Oh, nothing,” you quickly recover, though you can’t help the way you begin to laugh at yourself.
“Oh, Mingyu,” she says, her voice dropping lower in understanding. “Yep, I feel you on that.” She chuckles when you nod a little too aggressively as you come closer.
“You weren’t going to warn me about that one or…?” you tease as you plop down next to them, giving the tiniest bit of sass to your colleague.
She laughs again. “Honestly, I didn’t think about it. I forgot that you haven’t met some of the parents yet.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you brush off.
“Shall I switch you to the later shift permanently?” She’s joking. You know she is. But also, you don’t hate the idea.
When you look at her in a way that gives your thoughts away, she laughs for a third time.
“I can if you want! I wouldn’t mind having the 8:30am shift instead.”
“Are you serious? We can’t switch just so I can talk to the hot dad,” you say with an embarrassed chuckle before immediately covering your mouth, remembering you’re still in the vicinity of children. With ears.
“It’s fine,” she plays off, glancing down at them. “They’re not listening. And yes, we absolutely can. You know they’re not together anymore?”
“What?”
“Marco’s parents.”
The thought should not make you happy. Not at all. Someone's divorce is not something to be happy about. But that man – that man – is single?
“Seriously?” you reply, a little quietly, a little awkwardly. Probably overcompensating for how much you don’t want to seem excited about the information.
“Yup,” she says smugly before beginning to pull herself up. “Ok, Olivia. Mommy’s here, go get your water.”
You stare at the grass for a moment, feeling the delayed butterflies that you hadn’t let yourself feel five minutes earlier when he’d been standing in front of you. It’s a ridiculous thought either way – you spoke for all of one minute. But damn, he just seemed so nice? You could use more nice in your life.
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Starting the following week, you're on the later shift, the one responsible for staying until the last pick-up and making sure things are in order for the next day before heading home. You’re actually impressed with yourself for how much you have not thought about Marco’s dad all day – you don’t feel right calling him Mingyu, not even in your mind, seeing as he hasn’t actually introduced himself to you.
Much like every other day, Marco comes flying over to you when you arrive, showing you his new shoes that light up and asking if you like them. Of course, you do. What could be cuter than a giggling, stomping 4-year-old peering up at you, waiting for your approval?
At lunch time, he says thank you when you give him more pasta. The kids barely ever say thank you. You thank him back for using his manners.
It’s another beautiful day so you take the kids outside to play the whole afternoon. Marco asks you to play hide and seek, his innocent little pouty face looking around to the other kids when you tell him to go find some others who want to play it too.
He hurries off, cutely asking each friend if they want to play then coming back to you when he’s corralled a handful of them. You count. He always wants you to count. So he and the other kids can squeal when you “find” them in one of the six mildly decent hiding spots around the playground, cackling with laughter when you thrust your hand into their hiding spot and find an arm or a leg to grab and wiggle.
The same four kids are still there at 5:00pm. But it isn’t Marco who is picked up next. Then there are three. Then two.
Then it’s almost 5:30pm and Marco’s still there. It’s actually a little awkward. 5:30pm is the pick-up deadline and anyone picking up after that has to pay a late fee for going over. And you aren’t exactly wanting to be the one to remind Mingyu of this if he does come late.
You don’t mind, however, hanging out with just Marco. You’re tossing a huge inflatable ball back and forth, making him laugh each time you intentionally bop him on the forehead, his arms too slow to register to catch it before it hits him. You figure he’s going to get the hang of it one of these times but when it keeps playing out the same way, you decide he must just find it funnier this way.
You don’t even notice his dad walking up. And when you do see him, one arm up, casually leaning against the fence as he watches over top of it, you feel wholly embarrassed again. You should’ve been watching for his arrival.
“Sorry, I’m late!” he calls over through a broad smile once he sees you’ve noticed him.
“Oh,” you sound before glancing down at your watch. 5:30pm on the dot. “You actually just scratched by,” you say, almost teasingly as you move to stand, keeping your hands out in front of you knowing the little goof is still going to throw the ball back at you despite the fact that you aren’t looking. You catch it and toss it away. “Look who’s here,” you say excitedly to him, much like you would a puppy, pointing then trailing after him as he runs to the gate.
“Water,” you remind him, approaching the fence yourself and chuckling when he whizzes over to the picnic table where the kids know to keep their water bottles when the group is outside.
As you look at the man who’s now standing fully (damn, how tall is he?), your chuckling ends but your smile stays, even when you try to hide it, bringing your lips together. “It was a good day,” you tell him easily as you click the lock on the gate open and swing it slightly so there is no longer fence between you, allowing Marco to come around.
“Great. I’m glad to hear it.” His voice is nice. Quite low and warm. It’s hard to imagine him disciplining a child.
“I’m Mingyu, by the way. I realized I didn’t actually introduce myself properly yesterday,” he tosses out, bringing up his hand, prompting you to shake it with as much confidence as you can muster. You aren’t a particularly shy person but this man has some weird fucking spell cast on you.
“Well, nice to officially meet you. It’s such a pleasure having Marco in the class,” you tell him, knowing that you can at least sound sure and genuine in a comment like that.
“Yeah, he’s pretty sweet,” Mingyu replies, his fond gaze falling down to the boy as he ruffles his hair. “Thank you for playing with him so much. He tells me – god – every day about it. It’s always Teacher Y/N this and Teacher Y/N that…”
That makes you laugh. It also sort of makes your heart crack open a little bit too. “Aw, well…” you begin, letting out a bashful little laugh. “I enjoy playing with him too. He’s, uh… pretty special,” you finally admit, as casually as you can, trying not to sound too weirdly obsessed with this kid you’ve only known less than a month. You really don’t understand why you feel so connected to him.
The way Mingyu looks at you confirms that he doesn’t think you are weirdly obsessed at all. In fact, he looks at you with what you could only call happiness mixed with a pinch of awe. Like maybe he can understand that Marco actually is special to you, even if it doesn’t make a lot of sense.
It’s a disarming look, one that almost feels too sweet, too vulnerable for someone who has only met you twice. But then again, you feel strangely drawn to him after only having met him twice. Ok, who are you kidding – even after just the first time.
So, is it that wild to assume he feels – dare you even consider it – drawn to you too?
“He is,” he says softly, eyes sparkling with the love he has for his son. Then he clears his throat, breaking whatever trance he has you under to look down at Marco again. “Well, I won’t keep you any later than I already have. Sorry again. Got held up at work.”
“That’s alright, you made it,” you tell him – easy breezy. “Honestly, if you’re ever later, it’s not that much of a bother to watch him.” With that, you smile down at Marco, catching his eye and his cheesy grin, before looking back up. “I know the centre has the late policy and stuff, but I… yeah, I don’t mind.”
His eyes widen slightly before he chuckles. “I mean, of course, I would pay you. I’m not going to expect free childcare–”
“No, no, I know. I didn’t mean–”
He laughs again as he says: “No, I get it, I get it.”
“I just meant that I enjoy watching your son… so,” you shrug, a little smile on your lips as your face tries to cool down from all the flushing it’s doing. “If you need someone to watch him at any point, I can.” Another shrug. Yes. Good. Still easy breezy.
“That’s… a really nice offer,” he says, seeming actually touched by it. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, of course.” It isn’t really ‘of course’. You wouldn’t offer for any of the other kids. Just for your favourite.
“Well, if I wanted to take you up on that… how could I…reach you?” he asks with a tilt of his head, glancing down at Marco to check on him before meeting your eyes again.
“Right. I guess… I guess you’d need my number for that,” you reply with another chuckle. Damn, you’re letting out a lot of shy flirty laughs. Ugh.
“Here,” he says as he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his phone and quickly swiping to open up a blank contact for you.
You put in your number, deciding at the last minute to put your name in as “Y/N 🍎”, hoping he’ll think it’s cute and not weird.
“Ok, cool,” he says when his phone is safely back in his hand, locking it shut then meeting your eyes once more. “Well, then, I hope you have a good rest of your evening.”
“You too. Have a good night, Marco! See you tomorrow.”
They both smile widely at you as they head to their car, Marco letting out a long drawn out goodbye to you, stumbling over himself as he tries to look back to wave.
You just laugh, waving back before closing the gate and locking it.
And then, there are those damn butterflies again.
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The best part of your day is officially the end of the day. It would be regardless – getting rid of each little bugger one by one just makes your job easier late in the day. But now, every pick-up time includes a tall drink of water leaning over the fence, watching you play with the kids until you notice. You never know how long he’s standing there before your eyes meet, a beaming smile already plastered on his face every time, without fail.
Sometimes the kids will notice a car pulling in or someone walking up. Other times, he might be standing there for a full five minutes, and you are none the wiser. The tendency to get wrapped up in playing with the kids, giving them your full attention, is definitely one of your strong suits as a teacher, but your awareness of other people could use some improvement.
The little chats are always brief, a few sentences back and forth as you pass over supervision of Marco to his dad. It is nice, the fact that he is always one of the last kids to get picked up, if not the last. Nice that you guys can be a bit playful, give his son an extra compliment that really no other kid or parent should be hearing.
It’s always very much friendly though. Not that you are expecting this mature, grown man to flirt with his child’s teacher. You aren’t at all. But the fact that the conversations stay really light, really surface-level definitely makes you consider the very real possibility that your crush is one-sided.
Maybe it is. Maybe it is and that’s ok. Getting wrapped up with a student’s parent is a bad idea anyway.
Still, erasing your attraction to him is out of the question. You just know that is out of your hands. The man is too lovely.
When it’s been a couple weeks and he hasn’t texted you, you resign yourself to the child’s-teacher zone. Is that worse than the friend zone? Probably. Have you made a move yourself? No. Do you feel like you can without completely embarrassing yourself and putting yourself in a super awkward position if he rejects you? Also, no.
Not to mention the fact that you don’t actually want something serious with someone. The end of your last relationship was painful to say the least, and ‘casual’ is the only thing you have the capacity for right now anyway. How would you explain that to him? That his kid’s teacher is just DTF? Yikes.
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It’s a whole three weeks of short pick-up time chats before you hear from him outside of the daycare, your phone ding-ing at 9:00am on a Saturday.
Unknown: So what fruit do I get beside my name? 🤔
YN: Haha don’t think I know you well enough to be properly assigning fruits
MG: Ah it has to be more natural huh?
YN: Exactly
YN: You just get Mingyu for now
MG: Awww that’s so boring
YN: lol
MG: Ok fine
MG: But for real… I need to ask a favour of you
MG: You can absolutely say no. I don’t even know how serious you were about your offer but…
MG: Are you busy this evening? I need someone to watch Marco for a couple hours and I know he would just be so excited if it was you
MG: I know it’s so last minute
You really weren’t expecting this. As serious as you were about your offer, you didn’t think he’d actually take you up on it. Especially since it’s been a little while. But of course, your stomach is bubbling from just getting to text him. It feels wrong somehow. Inappropriate. But there is no rule about texting a kid’s parent.
YN: Oh! I actually don’t have any plans today at all so I can definitely do that
YN: Do you live in the area?
MG: Ah that’s so great! Ok thank you so much
MG: Yeah we’re only a few minutes away from the daycare actually
YN: Ok cool :)
MG: I’ll send you the address. Could you be here for like 6:30? Does that work ok?
YN: For sure
He sends it. You recognize the street. And then, at 6:25pm, you’re pulling up to the house, driving around the cul-de-sac once before finding the right number. It’s cute – small, simple, nice.
You feel nervous. You spent too long getting ready. To not spend time with him. You’re literally going to see him for one minute before spending the rest of the time with a four-year-old. A four-year-old that does not give a crap about what you look like.
Even now, you spend a minute too long in the car before pulling yourself from the driver’s seat, up to the door, giving it a good solid knock. When he whips it open, button-up pulling across his chest, a pair of navy slacks covering long legs, you’re only slightly taken aback.
Why does he look like that? Damn, he looks hot all dressed up. But also, he’s… all dressed up. You can’t help where your mind goes. And you can’t help the sinking feeling it gives you.
“Hi! Come in, come in. Thank you so much for doing this,” he greets so happily, waving you in with his hand as he steps back, swinging the door open further to welcome you into the home.
“Teacher?” a little voice chirps from another room before you hear little footsteps scurrying, getting louder by the second.
Mingyu is already laughing, shutting the door behind you as he points to the little welcome mat where pairs of very big and very small shoes have been haphazardly kicked off.
“Teacher! You’re at my house?”
“I’m at your house,” you confirm with a bright smile, slipping off your sandals, still holding the little stack of colouring books and pencil crayons you brought along with you to your chest. You definitely do think Mingyu has things for his son – obviously – but you still felt compelled to bring something. Just in case. And kids love shiny new stuff. Part of you just wants to see his face light up when he notices one of the colouring books is full of dinosaurs.
“We made pasta… for you!”
So that’s what that delicious smell is. Your eyes widen a touch before flicking over to Mingyu who gives you a bashful smile and a shrug.
“Here, come on in. I’ll show you around quickly, and then… yeah, I made some food. I wasn’t sure if you’d have eaten before so you and Marco can have some for dinner,” he rambles as he walks down the hallway, hand finding the top of Marco’s head to usher him forward as you follow along. “I have no idea what you like so I apologize if you’re not a fan,” he explains, coming to settle by the stove, giving the finished pasta dish one more stir in its pan.
“It smells great. I’m sure it’ll be perfect,” you dismiss his concerns quickly as you drop your goodies on the island, before glancing around the main floor, taking in the open plan of his kitchen and living area. The house is really cute, even homier inside. Not at all what you might expect from a guy in his (mid?) twenties. The kitchen’s decked out with a host of appliances, the living room cozy with blankets and pillows – and plenty of kids toys.
“If you just want to pop whatever’s left in here, put it in the fridge. That’d be great,” he tells you, tapping the lid of a tupperware container, leaving it next to the stove.
“Of course.”
“Thanks. And seriously, thank you so much for this. You’re really saving me here,” he repeats as he wanders closer before bending down to Marco’s height and focusing on the boy. “I gotta go, buddy. You listen to Y/N, ok? Be good, please.”
“We’ll be great,” you assure him warmly, leaning back against the counter as you watch him pull his son into a hug. “Right, kiddo? What should we do? You hungry now or do you want to play a bit first?”
“Play! Play!” he says excitedly, rushing over to you, completely forgetting about the dad who’s trying to say goodbye, to grab your hand and pull you into the living room, beginning to excitedly show you his various toys.
You glance up, wide smile plastered on your face as you plop down next to Marco on the rug.
Mingyu just chuckles, shrugging as though he’s given up on trying. “You two have fun! I’ll be back before 10pm.”
“Sounds good,” you call back to him, lifting a hand in goodbye. And then he’s grabbing his phone off the counter and slipping back down the hall and out the door.
The two hours before you put Marco down fly by. It’s very easy to be distracted by a hyperactive toddler, especially this one that just loves playing, chatting away with you. You have to tell him five times that, no, you can’t wrestle in the house, sometimes needing to actually hold him still so he’ll stop launching himself at you on the couch.
You can’t believe it when he actually goes down, thinking he’d be too revved up but you suppose all the excitement has worn him out. There’s not a peep from his room after you leave it, quietly closing the door behind you after tucking his sweet face in, then tip-toeing to the stairs, trying to keep totally quiet as you make your way back down to the living room.
It’s now, in the silence of Mingyu’s house, that you feel a wave of thoughts rush over you. Unfortunately, the primary one is the sucky feeling that he’s on a date. The man looks like a god and has the whole adorable dad thing to boot. And apparently, he can really cook? Of course he’s on a date. And from the sounds of things, perhaps he’s been trying to go out with this girl for a while.
You don’t love it, the thought of his eyes lighting up as he looks at a pretty woman across the table from him. But you can’t really blame her, whoever she is.
What happened between him and his ex-wife? Maybe your glasses are a little rose-tinted at this point (no doubt they are) but you have a hard time understanding someone breaking up with him.
But what do you know? Your exposure to him has been extremely limited until tonight. Maybe he is actually awful. Maybe he’s a horrifically toxic partner. You don’t have the best track record for being able to see someone’s true colours.
Part of you sort of wishes to find something wrong with him so you can stop being a love-sick puppy dog. And then again, part of you is just enjoying the excitement of a crush, the giddy feeling of being around someone you find really really attractive. Because it’s been a very long time.
You clean up the living room, putting away the few toys and games that you didn’t get around to having Marco tidy before it had been time to bring him upstairs. Trying your best not to snoop, once everything is away, you settle into the corner of the couch with your phone, scrolling on various apps for a while until you figure that it’s perfectly reasonable to turn on the TV while you continue to wait for him to get home.
Marvel movies, K-dramas… It’s in the middle of judging his ‘Recommended For You’ on Netflix that you hear the door open and lift your head towards the hallway following the sound of the floor creaking under foot. A few seconds later, he’s poking his head around the corner and letting out a soft ‘hey’ in his gentle voice.
“Hi,” you whisper back, not really sure how much the sound carries up.
“How’d it go?” he asks as he opens the fridge, placing what seems like his leftovers inside.
“Good. Really good,” you tell him, waving a hand to show what a breeze it was. “He went down at about 8:30pm.” It was a bit strange, putting him down in a real bed instead of the little cot at the daycare, but it was also sweetly familiar in a way, tucking him in, gently wishing him a good sleep as you always did.
“Ok, perfect,” he replies with the easiest smile as he comes over to lean his hand on the back of the couch. “You messing up my Netflix?”
“Messing up?” you counter, looking back over to the selections on the ‘Favourites’ carousel. “I don’t know about that. I was actually thinking that I was half-impressed by your taste. But maybe I’ll withhold that comment.”
“Oh, really?” He seems to enjoy that, nodding as he shifts to sit on the arm, bringing one socked-foot up to rest on the couch cushion. You have to try extra hard not to look at the way his pants pull over his thighs and groin. But putting his hips at eye-level like that? That’s just unfair.
“Well, yeah. Interstellar’s the first thing that pops up. Kingsman, Spiderman… Tenet.” You continue to read off titles, letting the tone of your voice convey your opinion, though, for the most part, it’s positive. “Inception, too. You’re a Nolan guy,” you piece together, looking over at him, seeing his now pushed up eyebrows.
“I am.”
“Ok, fine. You get the compliment then. These are a few of my favourites,” you admit.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah,” you agree with a chuckle. “Interstellar is so good. But… actually, now that I’m looking.” You continue to click over further. “I’m disappointed to see The Prestige missing.”
He smiles wide before bringing a hand up to run through his hair. “I, uh, I actually haven’t seen that one. Or maybe I did a long time ago but I can’t really remember.”
“What?” you emphasize, personally offended that he’s a Nolan fan but hasn’t seen your all-time favourite. “Mingyu… you’ve got to be kidding.”
He’s laughing now. Sure, you’re playing up your offense a bit. But that is just wrong.
“The Prestige is… perfect. It’s masterfully-crafted in every way. Like, I know people talk about it somewhat but it is seriously underrated in comparison to his other films.”
“Ok, ok,” he replies defensively, his voice raising slightly in pitch as he lifts his hands. “I believe you, I do. I guess I’ll just need to watch it then. See if I trust your judgement.”
Why is everything he’s saying sounding a bit… flirty? Even though he’s not flirting. Surely, that’s just how he is.
“You do. That’s your homework assignment. Watch it and let me know what you think,” you tell him with a little laugh as you begin to stand up, flipping the remote around in your hand to pass it to him.
He receives it but keeps his eyes on you, smirking in a ridiculously adorable way. “Oh, a homework assignment, huh? Didn’t realize you were my teacher too.”
Damn, so fucking flirty.
You let out a bigger laugh, feeling a little embarrassed at how you’ve gotten yourself into this line of conversation as you walk back to the kitchen, finding your bag on the counter. “Can’t stop, I guess. Force of habit,” you explain sheepishly.
He chuckles too as he follows you, both of you walking in step back down the hallway towards the front door. “So, what do I owe you?”
In your periphery, you can see him reaching into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. It feels kind of weird, the idea of accepting money from him. You really had just enjoyed playing with Marco for a few hours. Something about that kid is so wonderful; you even find yourself missing him on weekends.
“Oh, honestly– it was only like a couple hours. It’s… it’s fine,” you get out, a bit awkwardly, a bit unsure whether refusing the money would just make it weird.
“Y/N… I’m gonna pay you for your time,” he says with a sure nod, his voice lowering as if to say ‘come on’. “Especially if you don’t mind watching him again in the future, I really need you to take my money,” he says, beginning to laugh as he pulls out a couple twenty-dollar bills and thrusts them towards you.
You look at his hand, then up at him, then back to his hand, tilting your head slightly as you sigh. “Fine. I guess you’re right,” you concede, gently taking the bills from him and sliding them into your wallet. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I’m sure Marco loved it.”
“He seemed pretty happy.”
“Makes sense,” he returns as you go to bend down, pulling your shoes back on your feet. “I appreciate it,” he adds before you have a chance to linger on what he just said. “Is it ok if I text you when I need a sitter again?”
“Absolutely. I mean it – it’s not a chore for me at all.”
“Ok,” he replies, his lips pressing into a warm smile as he pulls open the door and leans against it.
“Ok, well, have a good night.” You step out onto his porch, turning around one more time to smile at him briefly before heading to your car.
“You too! Get home safe.”
“I will!” you call to him before sliding into your front seat. You can see him still at his front door where he stays until you’ve backed out, sending you another wave as you pull away.
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“You won’t be happy with me.”
“Oh?” you ask, getting up from his couch to meet him at the island.
“I haven’t done my homework yet.” He sends you a teasing smile as he shrugs off his suit jacket, laying it neatly on one of the bar stools. It’s been almost two weeks since the last time you were at his house. This time he asked if you could watch Marco straight from the end of daycare. You agreed, quickly meeting them at the house once you finished up. The things you would do just at the thought of getting into Mingyu’s pants…
Ridiculous.
You huff out a chuckle, bringing your arms to cross over your chest. “You’ve had plenty of time. What’s your excuse?”
“Would you believe me if I said I have a hard time getting into movies on my own?” He still holds that flirtatious smile but you think you can see a glimmer of shyness in how he’s looking away as he says it. How dare he look so sweet while dressed up looking like the most handsome date in the world. Not your date though.
“Oh yeah? Started it and couldn’t get into it?” you ask, leaning forward onto the counter, bringing yourself just a little closer to him.
“Didn’t even start it honestly. I’m a terrible student.”
You shake your head in amusement. “Yeah, apparently.”
“Would you… want to watch it with me? It is only 9pm,” he suggests, glancing at his watch, his cool confidence suddenly back in place.
God, this is a bad idea. There is no way you’re going to be able to hold yourself together for the next two hours – you seem to always become a blushy flirty mess around the 15-minute mark, which thankfully is around the time most of your past interactions have ended.
But, obviously, you’re going to say yes.
“You want to watch it tonight?”
“Only if you want to,” he says simply before turning to the freezer and pulling out a small carton of ice cream. “Can I bribe you with snacks?”
Yes. You love ice cream. But unfortunately, that’s not the thing you most want to be eating in this kitchen.
“What kind you got?” you attempt to play it somewhat cool, nodding your chin towards the container.
“Ben and Jerry’s? Half baked?”
You click your teeth then sigh through your smile. “Fine, I’m in.” As if it’s a big concession.
He laughs, scrunching up his nose way too cutely as he grabs two spoons from the drawer and the two of you settle onto his couch to watch, close enough to pass the ice cream back and forth.
“Ok, I must warn you though. I’m really annoying about this movie. Like if I’m talking too much, just tell me to shut up,” you say just as it’s starting.
“I’m always the one talking too much during movies, so I really don’t think it’ll be a problem–”
Your hand grasps his thick forearm, interrupting. “The hats. Ok?” You look over at him, finger pointing to the TV. “You have to watch closely. There’s so many good little details.” Your head turns back to the TV, only vaguely registering that he’s still smirking at you for a moment longer before following your gaze.
“You weren’t kidding, eh?”
You start to giggle but then the narration is starting and he has to hear it. Whispering now: “Everything's a clue, ok? Don’t pay attention to me. Watch.”
He snorts another laugh, taking the ice cream out of your hand but keeping his eyes on the film. “Yes, ma’am.”
Your flush at the teasing name catches you off guard. Ma'am?
Then again, Mingyu could probably call you anything and you’ll be ok with it at this point. He could probably do anything and you’ll be ok with it at this point. That is how stupidly attracted you are to him.
To your surprise, your unceasing commentary throughout, punctuated with satisfied groans at all the good reveal moments, doesn’t seem to deter him too much. He doesn’t even tell you to shut up once. Though you have to tell yourself to a few times – using spoonfuls of ice cream to keep your mouth full. It doesn’t really work.
If anything, he may find it slightly endearing? It’s hard to tell when you’re too distracted finding all his reactions endearing, the way his eyes widen all innocently, his mouth dropping open slightly at the best part of the movie, when everything starts to click together like gears into place.
Then he’s tapping your thigh repeatedly. “Holy shit. So, that’s…? And then he’s…?”
“Uh-huh,” you confirm with a nod as your gaze falls on him, enjoying watching him experience your favourite movie way too much. He looks just like Marco right then as his mouth begins to turn up into the biggest awestruck smile.
“Pretty fucking good, huh?” is the first thing you said as the credits began. Finally, you could prove your point. And, you have to admit: this is much more fun than him just telling you he liked it.
“Oh my god,” he says with a little laugh, bringing his hand up to his forehead. “Ok, yeah. Fair enough. It’s definitely up there with his other ones.”
“Right? I told you. Underrated.” You collapse back into the couch.
“Well, thank you very much for introducing me,” he leans back too, motioning towards the scrolling white font on the screen.
“Proud of you for getting your homework done. Even if it did take… a little bit of tutoring,” you joke.
“I had a very helpful tutor,” he replies with a shrug. “I owe it all to her.”
Then you’re both chuckling, gazes falling down, both maybe a little embarrassed at how lame you’re being. But, hey, he’s playing along. It’s cute.
“I suppose I should head out,” you tell him, only half-able to mask the hesitancy in your voice.
“Yeah– yeah…” he agrees quickly as if being shaken out of his thoughts by your movement. And then you’re both walking together to the door again, him pulling out his wallet and popping the few bills into your open purse, completely skipping any resistance to it.
You let it happen, just smiling a little at him for a moment before shaking your head and bending to put on your shoes.
“Thank you. Can’t wait to hear all about how Teacher Y/N is his favourite person to play with in the morning.”
Aww – as if that isn’t supposed to melt your heart? “Oh, stop it. You’re his hero,” you assure as you pull your bag over your shoulder.
“I swear I’m being replaced.”
“Not my fault that I make a really good dinosaur.”
That must not be what he’s expecting from the chuckle he lets out. “Are you saying I’m not a good dinosaur? You know, I resent that.”
Now you’re giggling, unable to help it when he pouts like that. With a shrug, you open the door, stepping down carefully before turning back to him. “Thanks for the ice cream.”
“You’re very welcome. Better that I don’t eat the whole thing alone honestly.”
“You have a four-year-old.”
“Yeah, but some things need to just be for the adults, ok?” he rationalizes, coming to lean against the door frame, his long limbs allowing him to span across the whole thing.
“Very true,” you agree with a firm point towards him. “Well, I’m always down for adult ice cream.” About a millisecond after you say it, you regret it, your eyes falling closed as your cheeks push up into an awkward winced smile. “That… sounded weird.”
He giggles cutely, looking down at his feet. “I gotcha.”
“Ok,” you say softly, laughing once more before heading down his steps, looking over your shoulder at him once more. “Goodnight.”
“Drive safe.”
“Always do!”
Another gorgeous smile from him is imprinted on your mind, leaving you thinking about him the whole way home.
-
“You going to the fair?”
“There’s a fair?”
“A fruit festival. And it looks like you have no excuse to not come along,” he says, glancing to the empty playground.
“Hm… you got me,” you reply, your voice dropping lower as you nod with a little smile.
“Come with us.”
“Ok. Just let me take out the garbage and I’ll come to meet you.”
As soon as you arrive, it’s not hard to spot them; Mingyu is 6’2 and, well, him. Marco already has cotton candy stuck in and around his mouth as you approach, catching both their eyes and earning two perfect smiles.
“Didn’t waste any time, huh?” you ask, obviously referencing the way Marco is stuffing another huge bite of cotton candy into his mouth.
Mingyu leans in a bit, one hand still lightly touching the top of his son’s head to keep tabs. “Don’t tell anyone, ok? But… I’m kind of a pushover.”
You feign your surprise, the only shocking part about the revelation actually being the fact that he’s outright telling you as much. “Noo,” you let out in a sarcastic little gasp, which has him lightly bumping into you with his elbow, a pouty little smirk making its way across his face.
“Hey, I’m not too bad,” he clarifies but it’s still a bit whiny and you literally have to refocus your eyes on Marco because you’re sure that it’s written all over your face just how cute you find him.
“What’s the plan, kiddo? What are we riding first?”
He doesn’t answer for a second, seemingly ignoring you as he looks around the fair, taking in the slowly growing crowd of people as everyone gets off work. But then he’s grabbing your hand in his and pulling you in the direction of the kiddy rollercoaster, looking back at you for a moment to give you a big purple-toothed grin.
“I guess we’re going this way,” you say over your shoulder, checking to make sure Mingyu is following. And he is, chuckling and shaking his head at the way Marco’s about to rip your arm off.
-
“Want some peach?” you ask, spearing a slice onto your fork, making sure to get a bit of the crust and whipped cream all together.
“Who’s peach?” he asks, turning his head from watching Marco bouncing literally off the walls of the bouncy castle. After a mere second, there’s that pleased little smirk as he looks over, taking in your slightly surprised expression.
All you can do is roll your eyes and try not to show your fluster as you hold out your fork. “Still vying for that fruit emoji, huh?” you tease, pushing the bite into his open mouth just a tiny bit more forcefully that you normally would.
He chuckles as he chews, beginning to shake his head before any words can come out. “I didn’t even think about that, honestly.”
Just as you’re about to express your doubt, you hear Marco excitedly shrieking, a sound all too familiar. “Teacher! Teacher! Watch me. Watch this!”
Unable to ignore him, you step closer, taking your own bite and watching through the netting as he does what can only be considered a belly flop onto the inflatable floor, immediately beginning to get jostled around by the other kids jumping.
“Wow… Look at you,” you sound out as best you can. Your pretend fascination with kids’ skills is well-trained but a little overused; you decide to offload. “Mingyu. Come look at your son,” you say, turning with a cheeky grin, finding his close-lipped smile, tan arms crossed sinfully across his chest, before he drops the pose and comes a little closer to watch Marco do the same jump for the sixth time.
He laughs. “Wow, buddy. Don’t hurt yourself though. Don’t want you to get stepped on,” he urges gently, his hands gripping onto the netting as he leans closer to look in.
Your gaze jumps between them, too endeared by the giant man softly cooing caring words to the four-year-old.
His gentleness with his child is quickly becoming the most attractive thing about him. And, considering everything, that is very dangerous.
-
MG: Is there any chance that you’re free tomorrow night?
YN: There’s a chance
YN: What’s up? You need my services?
Why? Why did you say that? Can you not play it cool for two freaking messages?
MG: Haha not exactly
MG: Wanted your opinion on some recipes
MG: My toddler’s palette isn’t the most refined lol
You stare at your screen for a whole minute, unsure what he’s talking about, unsure what you might be agreeing to. But you know there’s no chance of you saying no, even as you sit there, knee bouncing anxiously, trying to decide what to reply with.
YN: I could do that
YN: Though I can’t promise a very refined palette either lol
YN: I’ll do my best
MG: Ok perfect
MG: Want to come here around like 7?
YN: Sure!
MG: Come hungry :)
Oh, you will.
-
It’s only when you’re driving over that it sinks in that Marco might not be there. Mingyu is not hiring you as a sitter. No, he’s inviting you over to actually spend time with him. Which is enough to process on its own. But it’s only once the question of Marco springs up in your mind that you start to stress – is it a date? Are you an idiot for not realizing it? Or are you an idiot now for even considering that that’s what he was intending?
You still have no idea if he’s seeing someone. You saw him off on those two evenings, looking too incredibly fine to be doing anything but trying to impress. But also, you’re convinced he’s being flirty with you, even though your brain tries to psych you out every time, telling you it's not true.
“Hi – come on in.” He answers the door in a t-shirt tucked into some nice fitting denim and a smile. While it isn’t at the level of things he’s gone out in, it does make you breathe a sigh of relief at your quite casual outfit, even if it does mean you’ll have to stare at his arms and thick thighs all night.
As you step inside, he stays close, making small talk with you as you remove your shoes and follow him in, finding the house seemingly empty apart from him.
“I may have taken your instructions too seriously. I’m starving,” you say playfully as you slide onto the closest island stool, watching him return to the stove where it looks like he’s been practically preparing a feast. It smells wonderful. Especially with your incredibly basic cooking skills leaving you with lazy meals most nights when you get home.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he replies and even facing away, you can hear his smile.
“It’s a good thing too, it looks like. How many people are coming tonight?” you tease.
He chuckles as he whips over to the fridge, grabbing a last-needed ingredient. “Well… I hope you don’t mind if it’s just us two. Marco’s with his mom this weekend.”
The way your heart rate speeds up tells you that it’s exactly what you want to hear. But does that make it a date?
“Oh. I didn’t even realize that you… shared custody.”
“Yeah, every other weekend he’s over there. Comes back Sunday evening.”
You hum a little, nodding your head, wanting to ask more but not being sure if you should. Being curious would be normal though, for anyone. “Is she nearby?”
“Yeah, only like a 25-minute drive so… Not too bad,” he says casually, glancing over his shoulder at you before returning his gaze to finish plating up what seems to be an appetizer.
“That’s good,” you say breezily, leaning back as he comes closer to slide a dish in front of you. “That he gets to see her.”
“Yeah, it seems to work well for all of us. … Dig in,” he urges, looking back at you to nod to your plate.
“Are you not joining me?”
“So needy,” he teases gently, surprising you a little, then he’s shooting you another too-pretty smile. “This needs just another minute.”
You shake your head, training your eyes on the delicious-looking food, probably failing miserably at keeping your cool. As he finishes up, you take your first bite, even more impressed than the last time he fed you. “Oh my god. So, wait, you actually, like, cook? For real?”
“What – you thought I was just a hot dad?” he smirks, cleaning up the edge of the plate with a napkin like a damn professional.
You snort in an attempt to cover up your fluster. “I mean, now you’re just a hot dad that cooks so…” you trail off, unsure how to get out of this terribly flirtatious area. “Pretty sure that’s even worse.”
He chuckles as he comes around the island, slipping in next to you, and bringing his feet up onto the footrest immediately despite the way his legs are too long to bunch up properly under the overhang. “I, um… I actually just got hired at a new restaurant that’s opening in the fall. As a chef. Hence, me wanting to try out new recipes on you.” He’s suddenly shyer, less cheeky as he motions to the counter full of food.
You can feel your face brighten at the words and especially at how he seems genuinely happy to share the information, underneath the bashfulness. “Oh, wow. Congrats. That’s so cool! … And makes a lot more sense as to why you’re so damn good at this,” you say, pointing down at the dish with your empty fork.
“You like it?” he asks hopefully, gentle eyes studying your face as you take another bite and nod enthusiastically. “Good, good.”
“How did I not know you’re a chef?”
“Because I’m a carpenter,” he says, words tumbling out with a laugh. “The food thing is more like a long-standing dream…”
You blink at him, a little more surprised, a little more impressed, smile pressing onto your lips.
“What?” he asks, swallowing down a bite.
“Nothing. That’s just– so exciting for you. … I’m excited for you.”
He gives you a warm smile. “Thank you.”
-
The problem with Mingyu is that he is so much more than hot. And as much as you should’ve known that from the beginning, it didn’t sink in soon enough. And now, it’s entirely too easy to see him as more than a guy you want in your bed.
Even as you make your way over to the couch, curling up in one corner while he finishes putting away a few things into the fridge, you find yourself dreading when it’ll be time for you to go. He makes you feel all warm and fuzzy in a way that you haven’t felt in…years.
“What are we watchin’?” he asks, nestling in one cushion over from you, legs coming up under him as he grabs a blanket and tosses it over the two of you.
“You’re letting me pick?”
“I’m nice like that.”
“Pushover,” you mutter teasingly as you grab the remote, beginning to flick through.
He clicks his teeth, letting his head drop back against the couch in exasperation.
“Anything I want?”
“Not if you’re going to be mean to me,” he plays back, letting his head fall to the side to look at you. The sudden urge to lean over and kiss him is strong. And terrifying. Why does he have to look at you like that?
“How much are you going to hate it if I choose this?” you ask, trying to refocus on your task at hand.
He lifts his head, finding “The Holiday” thumbnail outlined by the cursor, then smirks a little before glancing at you with raised eyebrows.
“Isn’t that a Christmas movie? It’s the middle of summer.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. And it’s not like there’s some rule anyway.”
He just motions his hand towards the TV as if to say ‘go ahead’, plopping back into his cushion.
You giggle before giving in: “Ok… we can find something else–”
“Put it on, Y/N,” he prompts, making you smile widely as you click into it. Most rom-coms are not exactly cinematic masterpieces but something about The Holiday gets you every single time.
As soon as the narration starts, Kate Winslet’s lovely voice going on about love, you wonder if you’ve made a terrible mistake. Why would you choose to watch a love story with a man that makes you this giddy? Rookie mistake.
You wiggle down into your corner, tugging the blanket closer around you as a protective barrier. At least when Jude Law’s handsome face is on the screen, it provides a form of distraction.
“That’s why you wanted to watch this?” he asks, making you realize only then that you’re smiling at the screen.
Your eyes fall closed, defence on the tip of your tongue, but after a moment you just shush him, refocusing on the TV with a grin.
“Is that what you’re into?” he continues to bug you.
“What? Charming? Sweet? Sexy?”
“Oh, wow,” he scoffs, face lighting up into a smile as he turns a little more in his seat to face you.
You shove at his shoulder in return, attempting to direct him back to the TV. “Stop it. Come on, you cannot tell me that that isn’t a dreamy man.” When you raise your hand, he finally looks back over with you just as the two on the screen are leaning into a soft kiss.
He watches for a moment then you can see in your periphery as he turns his head back towards you. “Not exactly my type,” he admits with a little laugh. “But I’ll give it to you.”
You shake your head once more, a habit you can’t stop every time he’s playful with you. Which seems to be every other second.
For a minute, you think you’re past it but then the kiss just grows more sensual, his hands pushing back into Cameron Diaz’s hair, and you can feel yourself flushing hot – twice as much too, knowing that he’s watching your reaction.
Mingyu lets out a laugh but when you turn your head to glare at him, he presses his lips together as if trying his best to suppress it, shaking his head ‘no’ and motioning you back to the TV.
“You’re the worst,” you mutter through your uncontainable smile, refusing to look at him anymore. “Pay attention.”
“I am paying attention!”
Through a good chunk of the movie, he does seem to be paying attention… right up until it’s revealed that the love interest is actually a single dad, and you can feel his eyes land on you again.
You lift your head from where it’s resting to peer at him curiously. Oh, he looks too pleased with himself.
“Single dads, huh?”
Your jaw drops open first but then your eyes are quickly rolling as you pull the pillow from beside you to whap him with it.
“Ok, ok–” he gets out through battered chuckles, his arms shooting up to attempt to block your hits. “I’ll stop. I promise.”
“You better. You invite me over here just to tease me the whole time,” you complain.
“Seriously, I’ll stop, I’m sorry. I’m just being a shit,” he says, continuing to shake his head then turning to stare back at the screen.
You side-eye him for another moment before looking back to the cute giggling children on the TV.
“Are you a hopeless romantic?” he asks, garnering your gaze once again. “Is that why you chose this?”
A little breath of amusement comes out of you. “Not exactly. Actually… kind of the opposite now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah… I guess I’m just a little jaded from… past stuff,” you explain nonchalantly, unsure how much he is open to hearing, and especially unsure how much you are comfortable sharing. But then again, if you’re going to continue to flirt mercilessly with each other then you suppose he deserves to know a bit more.
“Ah, ok. That’s fair,” he says gently. “I suppose we’re all a little messed up from our pasts.”
“Yeah. So, love isn’t really in the cards for right now.”
“Not at all?” he asks, his brows lifting slightly though you’re trying not to look at him too closely, using the ongoing movie as an excuse.
“I don’t think so. … What about you? You dating anyone?” you flip it around, having the courage to do so considering the direction the conversation has taken.
“Me? No. … Not exactly easy to do. With Marco, and then with all the work going into changing jobs... I’ve been so focused on that. Dating hasn’t really been on my radar.”
Hm. He’s not dating anyone.
“Oh. The self-proclaimed ‘hot dad’ isn’t even taking advantage of the single life, huh?” you chide. When he grins wide at that, seemingly blushing as he looks down to his lap, it’s somehow even cuter than the teasing smile he’s been giving you throughout the night.
“I mean, not everyone wants to date someone with a kid anyway. ... They see that I’ve already done all that stuff...” He tilts his head, looking as though he might go on. “They want it to be my first time like it’s their first time, you know?…Engagement, pregnancy announcement, whatever. But it’s just not. There’s nothing I can do about that now.” He shrugs a little, making the words seem simpler than what they actually are.
“So, you’ve dated? Since you and his mom…?”
“Just one person really. But yeah, that’s what got in the way. And once she realized it was a problem for her… well, that was it. ... It’s kind of hard for me to think about introducing anyone to Marco now.” He pauses for a moment then looks away from you, scrunching up his nose in a little wince as he says: “He got kind of used to having her around so…”
You nod but can’t help the way your stomach feels like it’s swirling. “Right. That makes sense; you don’t want things to be confusing for him.”
“Exactly, yeah. So, I guess I have to be a bit more careful,” he continues, letting himself break into a light-hearted little chuckle. “I’m trying to be better at that. For both our sakes.”
“Mm, good idea,” you say through a little smile. “You still have hope then? After everything?” The question comes out before you can really stop it.
“Of course. You don’t?” It surprises you how quick, how confidently he answers – even after his marriage didn’t work out.
You hum a little, regretting the question now that it’s being reflected back. “I’m not sure I can. It kind of just seems like everything falls apart no matter what, doesn’t it?”
“How can we know? If we don’t try?” he says so simply, the smile in his eyes making you all soft and warm in all the ways you’re scared of.
“Well, I think we found the hopeless romantic in the room,” you tease, breaking away from his gaze in an attempt for self-preservation.
He chuckles cutely. “Yeah, yeah. I guess you got me.”
-
It feels right and wrong at the same time, the way you keep your distance a little more after the chat. He walks you to the door and stands back as you put your shoes on, finding your purse to hand it to you once you've straightened up again. Then he just looks at you for a second, letting his hands sink into the front pockets of his denim.
“Thank you for feeding me. It was the best meal I’ve had in a long time,” you say then watch as he eases in front of you, smiling at the floor before peering up at you through thick lashes. You aren’t sure where the confident, unswayable man that you first met has gone but he is somehow getting cuter with each side he shows you, this shyer, even softer-spoken Mingyu being no exception.
“It was my pleasure, honestly. I love cooking for people. And actual feedback beyond a ‘yeahhh’ when I ask if something’s good.”
You laugh, able to picture it clearly, the kid so wrapped up in his meal that he’d barely answer you if you asked him a question. “Oh, Marco,” you say fondly, smiling as you turn and reach for the door handle.
“Does he drive you nuts? And you’re just being nice about it?” he jokes, finding his place against the door frame as you spin on the front step to face him, now having to look up even more at him thanks to the level difference.
“No, no… Not at all,” you answer quickly, amused by the assumption. “I honestly think he’s the best. Even though I’m absolutely not supposed to say that.”
“Ah, you probably say that to all the parents.”
“I do not!” you defend, crossing your arms over your chest for show. Or maybe just to keep you from reaching out and flirtily shoving him for the tenth time that night. “Nah, I know it sounds silly but I… I don’t know. I liked Marco from, like, the day I started. He shot me one of those big smiles… That was it,” you say, popping your shoulder in a little shrug.
He chuckles a little, gaze falling down as he lets his head drop to the side. “I’m glad.”
You watch him for a second in comfortable silence, meeting his eyes when they peer up at you once more. You want to kiss him. You’re also crazy enough to think he might want the same thing.
But it’s obvious to you – and probably just as much to him – that after tonight, that can’t happen. No matter how much you would absolutely die to have his body on yours, you just know you can’t do that. Not if it means signing up for something that you are in no way ready for.
-
Between that night and the next time he reaches out to you a few days later, you have all but convinced yourself that you would no longer spend time alone with Mingyu. You can’t be trusted. You’re sexually-deprived, and he’s beyond perfect, and it’s an absolute recipe for disaster. If he had so much as leaned in an inch that night, you would’ve closed the gap, smashing your lips to his.
You’re still holding onto this resolve strongly when you check your phone during nap time…
MG: Hey 🙂
MG: It’s totally fine if you’re busy but if you’re not
MG: A few friends want me to join them to shoot hoops tonight and thought it might be more fun for you and Marco to hang out at the park instead of trying to find someone to watch him at home
MG: (Secretly hoping he’ll want to watch for a bit too but who knows)
The image of Mingyu playing basketball is far too good to say ‘no’ to, despite that being exactly what you should be saying. It’s not you and Mingyu spending time together alone at least. You look across the room, seeing Marco asleep on his cot, mixed in with the rest of the napping kids.
MG: There’s a playground there for him in case that wasn’t clear!
YN: He’s going to get sick of me haha
MG: I don’t think that’s possible lol
YN: 😊
YN: It works for me yeah
YN: Are you still picking him up?
MG: It’s actually the park beside where the festival was 🍑🍑
MG: If you want to walk over with him
MG: Or I can come get him
YN: Lol fine you can be Mingyu 🍑
YN: Since you want it so bad
MG: 😃
YN: We’ll walk to you
YN: I gotta go. Your child is awake and making animal noises
MG: Haha I’m sorry
At 5:30pm, you lead Marco down the street to the park, bumbling along together hand-in-hand. Thankfully he listens well – he always seems to when he’s the only kid and you could put your focus completely on him. It’s only once you’re close enough, and he can clearly see his dad standing inside the basketball courts, that you let go so he can run to him, yelling “Daddyyyyyy!” the whole way.
Mingyu’s head flies to the side, face lighting up at his toddler barrelling towards him like lightning with those long legs. He jogs over, bending down just as Marco runs into the fence, fingers wrapping around the metal grid.
Trailing behind, you can’t hear them clearly yet but you watch, probably a little too dreamily, as the two talk animatedly with each other, Mingyu motioning to his friends who’ve started to make their way closer, one of them dribbling a basketball casually as he goes.
Then Mingyu gestures for Marco to come around, pointing to the opening at the corner so he can run in and jump into his arms, the child gripping comfortably around his dad’s neck as he settles him on his hip to talk to the other men, wide smiles on all of them.
You follow, stopping at the corner of the courts to lean against the pole, letting them have their little moment, and shooting them all a little smile and wave when Marco loudly exclaims that ‘Teacher’ brought him and whips his head around to find you and point.
After a minute, Mingyu walks Marco over, still holding him. He looks way too good in basketball shorts and a cut-off t-shirt, way more casual than you’ve seen him. Until now, you haven’t been blessed with a full view of his biceps and shoulders. Now, you really wish you could have remained in blissful ignorance. You don’t need any more fuel for this fire if you are to actually be friends.
“Thank you for this,” he leads with, looking at Marco with a warm smile before bringing it over to you.
“No problem,” you reply, getting a bit bashful despite yourself. “It’s really nice out anyways.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to throw a ball around so, if you guys watch at all… Just know that I’m better than this, alright?” he warns as he bends, letting Marco’s feet find the ground.
“Sure, sure,” you say with a sarcastic little nod.
He just smirks back before resting a hand on Marco’s shoulder, looking down to meet the big brown eyes looking up at him. “Are you going to watch Daddy play?”
“I-I want to go on the slide!” he says, his head turning to settle his gaze on the red spiral not too far from you.
Damn, you kind of want to watch Daddy play.
But instead of making that obvious, you just chuckle and shrug at Mingyu.
“Ah. Can’t say I’m surprised,” he sighs through a smile then starts to take a few steps backwards. “Just come get me if you need me.”
“Will do! … Ok, let’s go, kiddo.” You trail after Marco, watching him closely as he runs for the playset, instantly becoming distracted by the spinning discs and the pirate wheel and the wobbly bridge. The playground is far more exciting then the little hill and slide you have at the daycare, you have to admit. Eventually, he’ll notice the spiral slide once more.
Over the next forty-five minutes, your glances towards the courts are few, partly because Marco is so fast that you could lose him in a second if you aren’t careful, but also partly because you do not want Mingyu to see you looking. Not when he is with his friends, running around, all flushed and sweaty, shirt sticking to his back and chest…
Ok, you do look a little. But you keep it brief, training your gaze back on Marco quickly and following him around to the other side of the playground when he decides it’s time for the swings.
A few minutes of swinging, him squealing then cackling every time you push him borderline too high, and then he’s coming to you and reaching for your hand.
“Can we go to Daddy?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure. I think he’s still playing…” you start to explain as you lead him in the right direction, making sure to stop and pour the pebbles out that have gotten stuck in his light-up shoes. “Are you going to try basketball like your dad someday?” you ask casually, noticing the way he focuses on the ball soaring around the court as the two of you get close.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you could play if you want. You’re already pretty tall which is a good thing.”
“I want to play basketball!”
“Right now, you want to play?”
He doesn’t respond, just looks back at the pick-up game, finding his dad.
“Uh, maybe. We can see. I think your dad might love that actually.” You take him over to the opening for the court, not sure whether you should interrupt, but just then Mingyu notices you and immediately calls for a little pause before jogging your way.
“Hi.”
“Hi!” he replies, a bit out of breath, forehead shimmery with sweat. “Everything ok? We were only going to do another twenty or so.”
“No, that’s ok. I was just bringing him over because he asked. He says he wants to play with you,” you relay, breaking into a little chuckle. When you look down at Marco, still diligently holding your hand, his eyes are focused on the ball being dribbled back and forth by one of his dad’s friends.
“He wants to play with me??” he repeats, exaggerating the excitement and surprise in his voice for Marco’s amusement as he kneels down to the boy’s level. “You want to try, buddy?”
“Yeah!” he says, letting go of you to walk into his dad, hands pressing to his shoulders familiarly, though he continues to watch the ball.
“Ok, let’s go!” He scoops Marco up, giving him a little bounce. “Um… if you want to go you can. Or, if you want to, like, stick around for a bit, we could go to that cafe after. Get him a snack?” he suggests, pointing his free hand at the cute spot on the corner.
You should go.
“Uh, yeah, sure. I don’t mind watching for a bit.”
Whoops.
“Ok,” he says, all soft and smiley, before turning to walk back to the group.
Shit, he really gives you butterflies, especially when he looks at you like that.
As you step in, finding the bench along the edge and plopping down, you have to tell yourself sternly not to just stare at him the whole time. Which is really hard with how gorgeous he looks, not to mention the fact that he’s very patiently yet goofily trying to teach Marco how to dribble with a ball that is clearly too large and heavy for a small child.
When Marco finally bounces it a couple times by himself, he giggles loudly, messing himself up until the ball is running away from him and he has to go after it. “Teacher! … Teacher, did you see that?”
“I did!” you call back through a big smile, giving him a few silent claps of your hands before crossing them back over your chest.
-
The cafe is nice. You both talk with Marco the whole time, going back and forth between relaying daycare happenings to Mingyu then asking Marco various questions. He doesn’t have the clearest diction but he gets excited when asked about his favourite things, adorably rambling on in a way that somewhat makes sense, helped by his dad’s input.
After that, it becomes a bit of a routine: Mingyu playing basketball with his buddies each Thursday, you bringing Marco over to watch, then the three of you spending a little extra time together until dinner time. He ends up introducing his friends, Joshua, Seungcheol, and Jeonghan, who all seem super nice, likely helped by the fact that you’re the one making it possible for them to hang out with Mingyu again each week.
Against your better judgement, it’s absolutely your favourite day of the week. Not only because you get to spend more time with him, getting little additional glimpses into his life, but… those damn cut-off shirts, making his arms look massive. Those would get you every time.
He doesn’t invite you over to his house though, opting for different spots in the area. Well, until the fourth time.
“I seriously made too much. He and I will never get through it all,” he tells you as you walk with them towards their car. “Plus, I need your expert opinion anyways.”
“You know I don’t say no to free food,” you say with a laugh. “You don’t need to butter me up.”
“I know, I know. I just… I feel like I take up so much of your time,” he says, a little bashful as he pulls the door open, looking to you as he waits for Marco to climb up into his seat.
“You do realize we’re actually friends, right?” you tease. “You stopped paying me to watch Marco a long time ago.”
He laughs from inside the car, nearly hitting his head when he stands back up after buckling him in. “Which I still feel bad about.”
“Oh my god,” you whine, taking the passenger seat once he pulls it open for you. “Don’t start.”
You’re still smiling when he climbs in on his side, easily popping the car into reverse and backing out smoothly. That’s attractive when anyone does it, right? Not just because it’s him?
“Besides, you pay me in food. Pretty sure I’ve eaten enough of your i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m to make up for the free childcare.”
“It is shockingly impressive how quickly you can put away a pint.”
“Hey, you eat it just as fast.”
“And I’m twice your height.”
“Shut up,” you gawk, smacking into his arm with the back of your hand, making him whinge dramatically, reaching over to rub it. “He can probably do it too,” you say, twisting in your seat to see Marco, who looks over at you with big eyes and a smile when he notices you.
“Teacher… are you coming to my house?”
“Uh-huh, I’m gonna have dinner with you. Is that ok?”
“Yeahhh,” he says softly before focusing his eyes back on the trees flying by outside.
When you turn back around, Mingyu smiles at you too for a moment before retraining his gaze on the road ahead.
-
After dinner, you insist on doing the dishes, keeping an eye on Marco playing, while Mingyu takes a quick shower. Then the three of you watch a movie.
You haven’t been to their house in weeks but you feel as welcome as ever when Marco cuddles up into your side and actually stays still for longer than a minute, body slumped against your arm, eyes fixed on the TV.
It feels nice in a way that is hard for you to grasp because as much as you love all the kids you’ve met and taught and cared for, you don't felt quite like this about any of the others.
Maybe if you don’t move at all, he’ll stay right there, totally relaxed against you, for a while. Marco barely ever stays still but now, thanks to Toy Story, he hasn’t moved for a full twenty minutes and counting.
From the other side, Mingyu looks at you just as you look over at him, his eyes dipping down to his son then back up to you as a close-lipped smile presses onto his lips. Then he mouths: “Cute.”
You glance down and your lip juts out, eager to express just how adorable you find the boy, even if you can only see him from above, his squishy cheek pressed against your arm.
When you look back up, he’s still watching you. “Do you need anything?” he asks quietly.
You think for a second before giving him a cheeky hinting smile.
He just rolls his eyes and gets up, returning a minute later with ice cream. But instead of handing you a pint or a spoon, he simply scoops out a spoonful and holds it out for you, being totally quiet so as to not distract the little one.
You shake your head just barely before opening your mouth, receiving the bite, and mouthing a little “Thank you” back to him. He gives you a sure little nod in return before serving himself a bite.
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“Ok, Marco. Time to go up. Say goodnight to Y/N,” Mingyu says gently, giving Marco a tap on the butt. He’s lying on your lap now but lifts his head quickly, as if coming out of a trance, at his dad’s words.
“Nooo, it’s not time,” he whines, clearly past tired as he rubs at his eye with a small fist.
Mingyu gets up slowly, coming to stand over the two of you with his towering height. “Remember? I said after the movie, we’re going to get into our pajamas and brush our teeth and get into bed. Come on, bud.”
“Wanna stay with Teacher.”
That makes the both of you chuckle although you both try to stifle it.
“Y/N’s going too. She has to go to sleep. She’s tired too. Aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah,” you play along, turning a little in your seat to gently help him off you and steer him towards getting up. “I think it’s almost my bedtime too. Come on.”
He gets up slowly, letting out another whine, but stays close to you, even once you stand up as well.
“Let’s go, Marco,” Mingyu says a bit more sternly as he starts down the hallway, stopping in the archway to turn and give him a little look.
“Are you leaving?” Marco asks you through tired eyes, rubbing them once again until strands of his bangs are hanging in front of them. Carefully, you brush them out of the way, heart pinching at the sound of his little voice.
“I’m going to go in a little bit, yeah. Do you want me to walk you upstairs?”
He just lifts his arms up, a clear request to be carried.
You glance up at Mingyu. You don’t carry the kids at your job often, usually only if they get hurt or need extra comfort for a few minutes. Marco, you’ve probably only carried once in the few months you’ve been working there. But you do love carrying them – that damn nurturing instinct in you just sings at the feeling of a kid clinging onto you.
Mingyu shrugs in response. “Up to you.”
After a quick second, you’re bending down to haul him onto your hip. He’s pretty heavy – he’s so tall for four and especially in his sleepy state, he’s just a warm cozy dead weight wrapped around you, his arms locking behind your neck, long legs swaying with your movements as you walk to join Mingyu.
“You don’t have to,” he whispers through a little smile once you’re close.
“I don’t mind,” you whisper back, holding Marco tightly as you follow him up the stairs into the red and blue decorated bedroom.
At each step of the bedtime routine, Mingyu tries to get Marco to say goodnight to you and move onto the next thing. And at each step, he asks you to stay. Apparently he needs to show you his dinosaur pajamas. Then he needs to show you his new tooth brush and how great he is at brushing his tongue.
Of course, he then has to show you his current favourite book to be read, of which he has memorized all the words anyway. Mingyu would say the first half of the sentence then Marco would say the rest in his adorable way, making Mingyu smile widely each time. Sometimes he even would scrunch up his nose and eyes while listening. You aren’t sure which one of them is cuter.
It’s only once the book is done and the light is off, and Mingyu is somehow curled up in the tiny bed beside his son that you’re able to leave, saying a hushed, “Goodnight, kiddo,” before you slip out the door, leaving it open just a crack.
You tip-toe down the stairs then hover in the kitchen, unsure whether you are actually supposed to leave or not. What if he expects you to? What if you leave and he’s not expecting you to? Which one is less awkward?
Instead of deciding, you take a few minutes to bring the empty ice cream container back to the kitchen, rinsing it and the spoon in the sink, searching for the recycling bin, figuring it’s fair for you to take the few minutes to clean up while he puts Marco to bed.
Not to mention, that you don’t really want to leave. As much as you’ve been good about not flirting with him too heavily, you still love being around Mingyu. You crave it. Which maybe is not a totally normal feeling about a friend.
It’s difficult for you to make the right decision every time, considering the perpetual pull you feel towards him. You know the right decision doesn’t include you putting his son to bed with him. The right decision definitely doesn’t include hanging around after Marco has gone to bed, cleaning up the kitchen as if you belonged here. Because the last time you were alone together, you wanted to kiss him.
But here you are again.
He comes down after five minutes, walking as lightly as possible on the hallway floorboards before peeking around the corner into the kitchen and living room, looking for you.
“Oh, ok,” he breathes out before chuckling quietly. “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually left.”
“I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to,” you joke, relieved that he had questioned it in the same way, while you dry your hands on the towel hanging on the front of his oven.
“You don’t actually have to go to bed,” he admits cutely.
“No? You’re not sending me to bed?” you tease, unable to help it. He’s just so very teasable.
Closer to you now, he plays back, “Would you have listened?”
Gaze falling to the floor, you sneer out the tiniest laugh – a defence mechanism because you can’t stop your brain from going the absolute wrong way with this. “Depends how convincing you are, I suppose.”
“I can be…” His palms find the counter behind him, his body leaning back and stretching slightly. “...pretty convincing.”
You try with all your might not to look – but alas, your eyes flick to the smooth bronze sliver of lower stomach that becomes visible above the waistband of his pants, before jumping back up to his face awkwardly, your face immediately getting hot. He has to know what he’s doing; that has to be on purpose.
“I, uh… washed up those few things,” you say, starting to smile nervously in your embarrassment as you toss a thumb in the direction of the sink.
“You really don’t have to do that,” he replies softly as his eyes settle back on you.
“It was very delicious,” you carry on, ignoring him for your own safety, and walking by to pick up your phone, checking it out of habit.
8:52pm.
“See, you’ve already eaten all my ice cream so I guess I need to get creative if I want you to stay longer, huh?” he says as he comes up beside you, sighing a little for effect. But when you look up at him, he’s all charming smile. You aren’t often speechless, but really, what are you supposed to do with that?
Your nod is tiny, cute even, but also certain, your eyes locked on his, even as you bite nervously at the inside of your lip.
“Ok, then, what’s the next film I need to be educated on?”
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The Prestige? You weren’t able to shut up.
Bad Times at the El Royale? Totally silent as the first scene plays out. And it’s not because you aren’t as enthusiastic about the filmmaking.
To be fair, you are practically notorious at this point for telling him he has to focus, he can’t miss a single thing, so maybe he isn’t aware of the difference. But you are aware of it. Aware of him, quite close to you, his thigh resting lightly against your knee thanks to how you are curled up on your cushion, body facing him a bit.
“What the fuck is happening?” he asks at the four-minute mark, making you chuckle.
“You just have to watch and see.”
He sends you a look.
“I can’t tell you. That’s the whole point.”
“But what was he doing?”
“Mingyu,” you scold through your breath.
“Is this the same hotel?”
This time you shoot him a look, bringing a finger up to his pretty lips a second later when he opens his mouth again.
He just smirks, cheeks pushing up, trying but failing to hide how fucking amused he is at your slight annoyance.
“Just. Watch,” you whisper. But then you’re breaking your own rule, your eyes stuck on him as he slowly relaxes his face, his gaze darting down to the finger you had raised then back to you. You bring your hand down slowly, once again a little embarrassed. “You’re… not watching,” you say quietly.
“Neither are you.” His gaze dips down slightly, to what you can only imagine are your lips. Just for a moment.
Your heart rate speeds up, letting your own vision fixate on his full bottom lip for a moment. Just a moment.
Wow, wow, wow, this is absolutely what a crush is supposed to feel like. Oh no.
“I…” he says, so quiet, just as he leans towards you a little, his eyebrow pinching together slightly in that adorably innocent way.
You let yourself mirror him, going twenty to his eighty, then your lips are meeting. So very gently. Are you both just terrified of scaring the other off? When have you ever been this timid with someone?
Well, when have you ever been this into someone?
Your hand floats up to gingerly find his jaw, barely touching him, just fingertips, the sounds of the movie completely washed out in the background. But when the chaste kiss ends naturally, you find yourself pulling him back to you, not letting him go farther than a inch before you’re kissing him again, your palm brushing over his cheek.
Slowly, he makes it a real kiss, seemingly encouraged: letting his hand find your knee, letting his lips caress and pull a little at yours, letting the smallest sound of satisfaction slip from his throat.
Shit, he feels so good to kiss. Like everything you imagined but even better, all big and warm and soft. But also, invigorating.
You let him in, shuffling a tiny bit closer on your knees when his arm comes up to rest on the back of the couch and his body turns more towards you, big hand sliding up your thigh just a tad. He’s being so careful, tongue barely teasing at your lip, then subsequently doing the same to your tongue when you kiss him more deeply; but you can feel the eagerness in both of you. You want to climb on top of him, and wrap every part of you around him.
Taking in a deep breath, your other hand comes up, both of them sliding back into his hair, enjoying the softness between your fingers. How does everything about him feel so perfect? He feels good, smells good, tastes good.
After the most wonderful minute, your lips part just as gently as they came together, hesitant and slow. You don’t want to stop but you also really want to look at him.
He’s harder to read now – not smiling but certainly not unhappy. Just watching you openly, taking you in, as he lightly rubs his lips together.
Your hands have slid down his neck but now you slide them further, not really thinking, just letting them skim over his chest. Overwhelmed, you tip your head to the side, letting it rest against his arm where it lay, and close your eyes, your shyness in the face of him making the corners of your mouth turn up a little. After a moment, you turn into the warmth of his skin, hiding your face in his bicep.
From just the sound of his breath, you can tell he’s smiling. Then he’s wrapping his other arm around you, scooting closer as he pulls you to him with a little groan of effort, ending up with you fully curled up in his chest. His face comes to the side of your head as he cuddles you, your body fitting so incredibly well in his embrace.
“I didn’t fuck up, did I?” he asks close to your ear. And even that makes your heart speed up more. All low and sexy. But also all caring and sweet.
You shake your head right away, something he probably feels more than he sees. “No, no… I just…” you breathe out, trying to remember how to play it cool for a second even though there is probably no point anymore. “Wasn’t sure if that would happen. Or should happen. So, I'm just… trying to process.”
Really, you know the answer. It shouldn’t happen. But you need to make light of it so you won’t start to panic. You can’t see him, your head still tucked into his shoulder, but you’re kind of glad for it when he lets out a little unreliable: “Mm.”
“I just don’t think I’m in a place to,” you pause, not wanting to say it, not wanting to ruin how fucking perfect this feels. But he’s complicated in a way that you aren’t prepared for. “To be in something serious with someone? Just… casual?” It’s a question only in that you wonder if he can understand.
“Right,” he says, a little stilted, but he doesn’t change his hold on you, still cuddling you against him, a heavy arm wrapped around your back.
As sure as you have been all night that he knows his effect on you, you feel suddenly concerned. “This feels really good though. Like… Like fucking nice,” you say, trying to make it clear in your voice and the way you let your fingers bunch up in his t-shirt that you really don’t want him to let go.
He lets out a breath, as if he hasn’t breathed since he pulled you in, and you feel his forehead press against the top of your shoulder. “Fuck, Y/N…” he sighs through a little disbelieving laugh.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, joining him in the disappointment-tinged chuckle. As you nuzzle into his neck a little more, letting his mix of deodorant and shampoo and skin cloud your mind for the moment.
“I…” He groans, but it’s so fucking cute, hearing the frustration even while he’s trying to play it off. “I don’t think I can do ‘casual’.”
Your face scrunches up a bit. That is definitely not what you want to hear. He needs so much more than you can give. Someone who’s not so scared to leap. “I… don’t think I can do anything other than casual.”
“Mmm,” he groans again, raspier, before taking in a deep breath. You’re so close to him, his throat, his chest, that every noise is just magnified, the grit in the rumble of his voice and the tightness in the sigh he releases.
It’s dumb – his stupid sounds are just making you feel even more drunk on him, thinking dirty thoughts that you can’t control. Even as the two of you are clearly unearthing the neon sign that reads: This can’t happen.
You shift your hold on him, sliding your arm around his waist a little more.
“You’re killing me,” he murmurs suddenly. The press of his head leaves your shoulder and then his arm is moving, hand coming to your hair to gently prompt your head to lift it so that you could look at him.
Goddamnit, still so damn sexy. You look at his lips again. Then back to his pretty eyes. Caught once again – because you really shouldn’t be looking and thinking about feeling him some more.
He kisses you harder this time, bracing his hand on the back of your head as his mouth envelops yours. With a sharp intake of breath, you’re kissing him back, immediately pulling him closer to you even though it’s practically impossible in the position. His fist closes in your hair, not forceful, but just enough to feel the tension in him, letting it seep through the strands into your skin.
His tongue moves slowly, the right pace for indulgence, for melting into someone. Does he really need to be an incredible kisser too? Does he not have enough boxes ticked already?
You part again after another minute, becoming too aware of the rush in your veins. Still, you hover close, lips grazing once or twice as you both catch your breath. “Should I go…? Or… are we watching?” you whisper. “Because I think this is dangerous.”
He pulls back a little more, seemingly in thought before answering: “Will you stay?” Then he lets a little smile poke through. “I promise I’ll pay attention.”
“You better,” you reciprocate, extricating your hands from him despite their unwillingness, letting yourself settle against his side instead.
He watches you for another moment before he presses his lips together and gives a little nod – more to himself or to you, you aren’t sure – then looks back at the screen. “I’ll, uh…” With a little performative cough and a smirk, he reaches for the remote. “Rewind.”
A/N: this Mingyu is my perfect man ok?? everything about this fic is personal to me including my love for The Prestige. i purposely left out any spoilers bc if you haven’t seen it you need to go watch it unspoiled lol. thank you so much for reading and keep an eye out for part 2 :D
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Joshua likes to call you an angel because that's what you are. In fact, if he's feeling extra sentimental (which he normally is) ━ He'll tell you that it was obviously fate that brought you two together. He remembers his late nights when he was usually deep in thought, and how he would pray and pray for God to send an angel his way and bring sunshine to his world so his heart could heal and grow ━ It's memorable to note that since he's met you, you've done just that. Brought light to his world and now his heart's big and fully grown.
Joshua likes to spoil you from the hairs on the top of your head down to the tip of your prettily manicured toe because you deserve the best and nothing less. Seriously, whatever you want. 'Cause nothing is ever too much for his girl - ever.
Joshua likes to show you off━ not to flaunt you like you're some kind of animate object and ignite jealousy in other males, no. But to show the entire world how breathtakingly beautiful you are.
Joshua always, always has you in mind. It doesn't matter what he's doing or where he's at. He needs to have you in his mind, especially when he's on tour and he's so busy to the point where he can't even pick up the phone to text you. The mere thoughts of you and your pretty face is what's keeping him sane.
Joshua likes to listen to anything and everything you say. Every little thing, even when you think he isn't listening━ he is. He likes that you always get so excited when you speak about your day or something as simple as the weather, it's so adorable and he's very fond of it.
(nsfw) Joshua likes to kiss you━ Wherever. But if he's going to be appropriate, Joshua likes kissing your pretty lips because their perfectly molded and feel so soft against his. He likes to kiss your nose, your cheeks, your forehead. But if he's going to be inappropriate, Joshua likes to kiss your neck, your collarbone or down your pretty body so he can ease his way down to your cunt - spending his morning in between your thighs. Obviously kissing on your clit and puffy lips, because he loves kissing you ━ every damn inch of you.
Joshua likes making everything about you. If he hears one of the members talking about something they like and you just so happen to like it as well, best believe this man will be like, "Oh! YN likes that as well!" with a big ass, boyish grin on his face. Or if he's out at the store shopping for clothes or anything and he see's something that reminds him of you, he'll be thinking, "YN would probably like this." and end up buying whatever it is . . . this correlates with him always having you in mind.
Joshua likes when you send pictures of yourself because he's always quick to make it his wallpaper instantly. He's also saving every picture you send and adding it to his "My pretty girl" collection. He's so whipped for you, it's honestly crazy. And when he's on tour or far away from you, he goes through that collection with a small, content smile on his face ━ silently soaking up all your beauty from the screen awaiting the days 'til he'll get to see your pretty face again in person.
(nsfw) Joshua likes to be sweet and delicate with you. He likes to whisper huskily in your ear, telling you how pretty look while taking his cock like a good girl. He likes━loves to tell you how one day he's going to fuck you full of his come and make you mommy - belly round and breast full of milk as they drip from your swollen nipples. But Joshua can also get rough and mean, telling you how much of a nasty little slut you are for taking him from behind in this dirty public bathroom at the club because you just couldn't wait 'til you two got home so he could properly take care of you. No, you just couldn't wait. Now you're whining and moaning like a bitch in heat while Joshua's splitting your pussy apart on his cock, mascara running down your face, his hand in your hair - pulling the back of your head to his chest.
Joshua's love language: Act of Service. You honestly don't even know why you try to lift a finger when Joshua Hong is around. He makes breakfast every morning and on top of that, he feeds it to you! Giving you a look and a disgruntled grunt when you attempt to lift up your own fork. When he's home before you are, he running you a bath as soon as you walk through the door ━ when he comes from the bathroom, he's making his way over to you, pulling you over to the couch, placing you onto his lap and rubbing your back soothingly; letting you tell him all about your day, not saying anything until you were fully finished. In the bath, he's seated in the back of you and he's washing every part of your body, kissing the skin behind your ear lovingly while doing so.
At the end of the day, Joshua just likes loving you and he will continue loving you until his last breath on this Earth. Even then, he'll still be loving you in the afterlife.
❝ Seungcheol has always demanded that all of his employees keep professional boundaries, but it frustrates him that his son’s nanny is a little too good at keeping things professional. ❞
pairing: choi seungcheol x female reader
genre: single dad au, nanny au, fluff, smut
word count: 8.6k
warnings: dilf!cheol, ceo!cheol, nanny!reader, imbalance of power, a brief mention of death, mutual pining (a copious amount of it), jealousy, seungcheol is down horrendous, daddy kink, breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, multiple creampies, overstimulation, cockwarming
a/n: will never get over this concept. huge shout out to dilf cheol nonny for fueling my muse and helping make this happen. based off this request. minors dni!
There were three basic rules when it came to working for Choi Seungcheol:
1. Be on time.
2. Be efficient.
3. Maintain professional boundaries.
The rules were simple enough, but you quickly learned that there was nothing simple about them. Seungcheol was nothing if not a strict man. He demanded excellence, and anyone who didn’t live up to his rigorous standards ended up fired. Any person who managed to keep their job for a month could keep a job anywhere. At least, that’s what his entire staff seemed to think.
They weren’t exactly wrong. His standards were impossibly high, and he left little to no room for any error. It’s the very reason why Seungcheol had gone through five nannies before you, each worse than the last, according to him.
Because of this daunting fact, you’ve been very careful to never fall bellow his expectations. All the meticulous routines you made for yourself became like second nature within the first month, and it’s what kept your job secure for the last four years.
In all that time you had managed to follow the rules, but that didn’t mean it was easy. Especially since you came to absolutely adore the six-year-old boy that you were hired to take care of. Choi Taehyun was the cutest and most endearing kid you’d ever met. As soon as you met him, he had wedged his way into your heart and secured a permanent place for himself there.
The overt fondness you felt proved to be dangerous because from the very beginning, Seungcheol was adamant that you never overstep your duties as a nanny. It was his way of saying you’re not his mother so never try to act like you are. According to Josh (his assistant and the person who helped you get the job), your boss only acted this way because he still hadn't fully overcame his wife’s death. You could understand his pain which is why you were always careful not to do anything that could be seen as crossing the line.
But now, as you’re looking at Taehyun’s tear-filled eyes, all the professionalism you’ve had so far just seems to evaporate from your body. His bottom lip is trembling as he tries his hardest to muffle the whimpers and sobs at the edge of his throat. A concerned frown tugs your lips down when you go to gently wipe his fallen tears.
“Tae, what’s wrong?” You ask, feeling like someone is squeezing your heart painfully.
“Daddy’s not going to watch my play.”
The aforementioned play was something Taehyun and his entire class had been working on for about a month. He was extremely excited about it because he was assigned one of the main roles.
“It’s not fair.” Taehyun cries softly, clinging to your hands that were gently wiping his cheeks. “All my friends’ mommies and daddies are gonna watch.”
The discomfort in your chest grows as tears continue to spill from his eyes. All you can do is hug the little boy close to you in an effort to comfort him. He buries his wet face into your shoulder, clinging on to you like he never wants to let you go.
“I’m sorry, baby. You know your daddy would watch you if he could. I know he’s just as sad as you are that he can’t be there.” You rub gentles circles on his back, desperate to stop his tears from flowing.
Then, you say something you know your boss would definitely not approve of. “I know it’s not the same, but if you want, I can come watch you instead.”
Taehyun’s whimpers turn into soft sniffles as he pulls back to look at you. His eyes are still filled with tears, but now a hopeful look has taken over his gaze. “Really? You’ll come watch me?”
You realize that what you’re doing is literally bulldozing through the boundaries you’ve stayed within so far, but you would do just about anything for Choi Taehyun. There was no way you could let him be sad for another moment. So, you disregard the foreboding feeling in your gut and smile at the young boy.
“Of course I will.”
“Promise?” He’s looking at you with his huge doe eyes, pinky stuck out at you, wearing the most hopeful expression you’ve ever seen.
As Taehyun wraps his arms around you in joy, you contemplate whether or not it’s smart of you to let your emotions dictate your actions this way.
Meanwhile, your boss feels like he’s losing his mind.
As the CEO of a major conglomerate, he’s always been a level-headed, professional man. There isn’t a single thing that could make him lose his composure or make him get out of character.
This, however, doesn’t seem to apply whenever it involves his sweet, caring nanny.
Ever since you came into his life, things had changed drastically for him. You had unknowingly brightened his life in a way that he never thought was possible after his wife’s passing. Years hadn’t healed the pain, but for some reason your presence and actions had done what time couldn’t.
Seungcheol doesn’t realize the extent of his feelings until his personal assistant casually mentions that he was in the midst of arranging a date between you and the head of marketing, Jeon Wonwoo. A feeling that could only be described as rabid jealousy lights up in the pit of his stomach and expands up into his chest as Josh unwittingly goes on about how his subordinate is exactly your type.
“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” Seungcheol cuts in when Joshua says you agreed to go on this date after seeing a picture of Wonwoo. “When things don’t work out between them, it’ll bring tension into the office. The last thing I want is for either of them to feel uncomfortable.”
The way his boss said when and not if doesn’t go unnoticed.
Also, Seungcheol’s logic is seriously flawed. They both know it. In all the time you’ve worked as the CEO’s nanny, never once had you came to see him while he was working. You were annoyingly good at keeping boundaries and never overstepping. It never bothered him before, but now that he keeps thinking about it, it’s starting to.
Josh doesn’t comment on what’s blatantly obvious, mostly because he feels stupid for not realizing it sooner. It’s also clear that his boss is only barely coming to terms with his own feelings. Instead of rubbing salt in the wound, Josh is quick to assure Seungcheol that he won’t go forward with the setup before bringing his attention to his next schedule.
If only that would’ve helped him get his mind off of you.
Seungcheol is distracted during his meetings. These very large feelings are at the forefront of his mind, and they don’t fade in the slightest even as the day goes on. He starts to go over every time you’ve smiled at him in that sweet way you do. His heart jumps whenever he thinks back to those memories.
He can’t help but feel like an idiot for being so blind to his own feelings.
Things don’t feel the same when he goes home. When he finds you helping his son with his homework, all these feelings hit him at once. It’s almost funny how he never noticed the burning feeling in his chest. You’re so sweet and attentive and entirely focused on Taehyun that you don’t notice his presence. A tender smile takes over his face.
Briefly, Seungcheol thinks he wouldn’t mind coming home and seeing this lovely sight every day.
He only snaps out of his daydreams when you raise your head and stand up to greet him with a kind smile. “Mr. Choi. You’re back early.”
Seungcheol, he wants to say. Call me Seungcheol.
“Dad!”
He’s quickly distracted when he feels a small body collide with his legs. Seungcheol’s heart swells with affection as he bends down to pick up his son. Taehyun giggles happily as he wraps his small arms around his father’s neck.
Being so endeared by the sight of your boss hugging his son and peppering his little face with kisses isn’t anything new. It’s so cute that you can feel a goofy smile slowly form on your face. In the back of your mind, you know exactly why this overt fondness is clinging to your heart. But in this moment in time, you’re not willing to unpack the inappropriate feelings you have for your boss
Seungcheol doesn’t make it easy, though. For some reason he insists on helping you prepare dinner. He’s strangely eager, and you can’t really reject his offer to help. It’s both exciting and nerve-wracking to spend time with your sexy boss like this since he usually only talks to you about Taehyun.
You can’t take your eyes off Seungcheol as he rolls up his sleeves and puts on a spare apron. It’s unfair that he looks as good as he does, and you can barely keep your calm when he starts to wash the vegetables you bought in the morning. His actions feel so domestic and so sweet that you have to try your hardest to act like you’re not enjoying it as much as you are.
“I hope Taehyun didn’t wear you out too much.” Your boss says as you start to chop the freshly washed vegetables. “He’s had a lot of energy lately.”
“That’s normal for boys his age.” You say kindly. “And Taehyun’s very well-behaved, especially compared to kids his own age. You’ve raised him well, Mr. Choi.”
Seungcheol beams at the compliment, embracing the fluttering he feels in his torso and chest. Briefly, he thinks that you don’t give yourself enough credit. After all, you’ve helped raise his son more than anyone.
“In that case, I hope you can join us for dinner.”
His invitation shouldn’t make you feel the way it does. You swallow thickly, chopping movements slowing as you contemplate your answer. It’s not like you’ve never had dinner with the a father-son duo, but it was always on the insistence of Taehyun. But now that Seungcheol was the one asking, you didn’t know what to do.
Up until now, you had been very careful to not overstep the boundaries your boss had set in place by your boss, and you couldn’t understand why the same man who hated when people didn’t remain professional and respect his boundaries was asking you to do just that. Given that your big fat crush is extremely hard to hide, you’re sure that putting some distance between you two is the right thing to do.
But with the way Seungcheol’s shining eyes are imploringly staring at you, it’s hard to think of a reason to reject his invitation.
“Mr. Choi.” You say nervously as you two begin to set up the dinner table. “I... I have something to tell you.”
His gaze is intent, and you try to remain as calm as possible. “Since you won’t be able to attend Taehyun’s play, I’m going to watch him instead.”
“You?”
Your boss’s expression is unreadable, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Still, you soldier on and try to pretend you’re not as intimidated as you are.
“Yes. It’s something that’s important to me, and I hope you don’t mind me being there for him.”
If Seungcheol had any doubts about his feelings, he definitely didn’t now. To think that you would care so much about his son warms his heart and further cements what he already knew about you. He gives you a smile, heart bursting with affection. “I don’t mind at all. I’m glad you’ll be able to be there to watch my son.”
Honestly, Josh had managed to rework his schedule so he could see the play and surprise Taehyun, but surprising the both of you was good too.
Somehow, you manage to conceal the shock you feel. You didn’t think he would agree so easily, let alone be pleased with the idea. Instead of questioning it any further, you only thank the skies that he didn’t react angrily.
It’s hard to pretend that eating together doesn’t fill you with a copious amount of joy. Listening to Taehyun tell you all about how he can count higher than his best friend while you and Seungcheol praise him makes you feel like you’re part of their family. Maybe it’s wrong or even delusional, but you can’t help wanting to have this dynamic with them indefinitely.
“You’re leaving already?”
Taehyun is looking up at you with his large doe eyes, and you can’t help but break down a little on the inside at the disappointment they hold.
“I’ll be back tom—”
“Stay.” Seungcheol says, walking towards you. “I could really use your help putting this little monster to sleep.”
Ignoring the blatant domesticity of reading Taehyun a bedtime story together is near impossible. It gets even worse when your boss insists you stay until his son falls asleep. You almost feel like you’ve been dropped in an alternate universe when you’re ready to leave and your boss stops you again.
“Let me take you home.” Seungcheol says as you’re gathering your things. “Please.”
It’s not fair that he can seem so cute while saying this to you, and despite your better judgement, you say yes all while knowing that it’s not going to help you squash the onslaught of emotions in your chest.
Something was up with your boss.
You’re not sure why he was acting like he had gotten body snatched, but truthfully, you can’t say that you hate it. Having breakfast and dinner with him and Taehyun was something you loved more than you let show. This warm, mushy feeling always wrapped itself around you and clung on to you every time it happened despite it having become part of your routine.
The change is significant, and you can tell you’re not the only one who’s noticed. Josh had made a few teasing remarks, but never blatantly said what you knew he was thinking. (He was the first to know about your not-so-little crush on your boss so it wasn’t really surprising.) Of course, Taehyun had also noticed, although he was much more vocal about it.
“Dad, you always smile so big when all us eat together.”
The blush that dusts your boss’s cheeks is absolutely adorable, and you can barely keep a straight face when Seungcheol clears his throat to answer his son. “That’s because it makes me happy.”
It’s not fair that he can say something like that so casually and like it doesn’t literally make your entire heart pulse with affection. Somehow, you manage to keep all your feelings tampered down so they don’t show.
And for the most part it works. Until the day of Taehyun’s play, that is.
Seungcheol had assured you that supporting his son in his stead was definitely not crossing the line, but it was near impossible from feeling like that’s exactly what you were doing. It doesn’t help that you feel so out of place among the parents, either. To be fair, none of them were paying you any attention. You were just too in your head.
After fighting with your inexplicable anxiousness, you decided to just silently go to the auditorium without being noticed. This plan would’ve gone well if an unfamiliar voice hadn’t loudly called out your full government name, drawing the attention of many of the gathered parents. A woman who you recognized to be the principal’s wife approaches you with a tight-lipped smile.
Mrs. Ren looks you up and down, the condescending smile on her face widening impossibly. “I didn’t realize you were going to be here.”
Her attitude didn’t surprise you since many of the other moms had commented about her being very attracted to your boss. Apparently she had staked this weird claim on him despite being married, and no one dared to go against her because of who she was. Clearly, she didn’t like that you were overstepping the duties of a typical nanny.
Not that you cared, but having so many eyes on you was unsettling.
“Why wouldn’t I be here?” You challenged, not daring to back down. “Taehyun is family, after all.”
You don’t miss the quiet gasps or the angry widening of Mrs. Ren’s eyes. Honestly, you had no idea why you blurted that out even though that’s how you really felt about the cute little boy you took care of.
“So, it’s true?” The woman behind her exclaimed in shock. “You’re really going to marry Seungcheol?”
Woah. Wait. What?
You can feel your eyes get big as this unknown woman goes on about how she knew her husband hadn’t lied to her. There was no time to fully process her words because Mrs. Ren practically had steam coming out of her ears as she sneered at you.
“You?” The principal's wife screeched. “You’re engaged to Choi Seungcheol?”
It’s almost funny how unreasonably angry you know she’s gotten, but you’re too thrown off by the entire situation to laugh. You decide to clear up this absurd claim before it can go any further.
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding—”
You cut yourself off when a strong hand is gently placed on your waist. The warmth of a muscular body pressed against your side has you looking over to see none other than your hot boss, and you have to stop yourself from flinching because he looks absolutely livid. His presence makes you feel relieved and mortified all at the same time which leaves you feeling confused. But damn, does that mean glare look attractive on him.
“I didn’t expect this reaction from you, Mrs. Ren.” His cold tone sends shivers down your spine. “Are you not happy that I’ve finally decided to settle down again?”
The entire situation feels like a bizarre dream, and you can only be sure it’s not because of the very real heat coming from Seungcheol’s hand (which is still firmly on your waist). You can barely fathom the fact that Choi Seungcheol is actually lying about being engaged to you to help you save face, and you don’t know if you’re more embarrassed or charmed at this point.
“Tha-That’s not it!” She splutters, red in the face. “I was just surprised because I didn’t know you were dating again in the first place!”
It’s a lame excuse, one that doesn’t seem to satisfy your boss. “I’m sure that was it. There’s no way you would bear any ill will toward my family, right?”
You feel like you might actually swoon at his words. To hear him refer to you as his family makes an unmistakable warmth spread through your body. Sure, he was only doing it to help you, but still. The intention alone was enough to make your heart race.
The face Mrs. Ren makes looks like she’s seconds away from bursting with anger and mortification. How she manages to answer Seungcheol calmly is beyond you. “Of course not.”
“Good.”
His hand falls from your waist and grabs your own. It takes all your willpower to not melt into a puddle of mush as he starts to guide you away from the prying eyes. You let him drag you along, mind too full of rampant thoughts to really process what just happened.
“Seungcheol!” A voice calls. “Wait!”
You both stop, turning to see the woman from before. She gives your boss a devious smirk as she stops in front of you two, seemingly pleased.
“Aren’t you two a match made in heaven.” She says, grin getting bigger with every word. “Keeping this little affair a secret. When Jeonghan told me about it, I didn’t believe it since I haven’t seen you two together, but with the way you looked swooped in like Prince Charming—”
As she trails off with a swoon, you realize that she’s Yoon Minji, wife of your boss’s lifelong friend and business associate. Your mind is so muddled that you barely catch her invite you both to dinner before leaving to go find a seat.
After she leaves, Seungcheol keeps guiding you to the auditorium without saying a word. The silence is painful, but you’re forced to endure it since you don’t know what to say. Thanking him for helping you would be a good start, but then you don’t know if you’d be able to hold yourself back from asking why the wife of his best friend thought you two were engaged to be married.
“Y/N.” Seungcheol says your name softly as you two stop just outside the doors that lead to the auditorium. “Once again, I want to thank you for coming. I know it’s going to mean a lot to Taehyun that you came to watch him.”
The way you look at him with your pretty eyes makes Seungcheol want to kiss you senseless. His heart is beating fiercely in his chest, and he wonders how he could’ve never noticed these intense feelings before. The smile you give him is blinding, and he wishes that look would remain on your face forever.
“I’m happy to be here, and I know that it’s going to mean the world to Tae that you were able to make it.”
Seungcheol swallows thickly. “Also, I’m sorry about what happened back there. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable with what I said.”
His gaze is so tender that you feel your breath hitch. You’re heart is beating like it’s about to jump out and jump right into Seungcheol’s hands. Unsurprisingly, that’s where it feels like it’s been for the past year. You’re snapped out of your intrusive thoughts when you realize that you’re still holding hands. Neither of you make a move to let go.
“You didn’t.” You’re quick to assure him. “I’m actually really grateful that you helped me. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you.”
“Never.”
His smile is so pretty it makes you want to do unspeakable things to him, and you have to remind yourself of where you’re at and who you are. That reminder does little to squash the fire burning fiercely in your chest, though. Especially when Seungcheol guides you inside the auditorium, hand still wrapped around yours.
Seungcheol didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when he was about to enter the kitchen, your phone was on the counter and on speaker. It was inevitable that he heard his assistant’s voice as he spoke to you. He might’ve given you the privacy you deserved had he not caught what you two were talking about.
“How have you still not found something?” Josh’s concerned voice booms through the phone. “Your lease literally ends in two weeks.”
Originally, you had planned to move into a nice apartment building not too far from your job, but that fell through when you found out the prices had gone up significantly in the last month. It’s not like you were underpaid or anything (Seungcheol was very generous and the benefits were nothing short of impressive), but living there would mean spending more than half of your check on just rent alone. And as generous as your boss was, you know you could never bring yourself to ask for a raise.
“Everything I’ve looked at is either in a sketchy neighborhood or looks like it’ll need serious repairs.” You sigh as you start wiping down the stove. “I’m starting to think I should’ve never rejected Mr. Choi’s offer of being a live-in nanny.”
“Just tell him you changed your mind.” Josh says like it wouldn’t be a big deal. “He might give you the best room in employee house. You know the one with the balcony!”
You disregard his teasing tone and scowl. “There’s no way I’m going to backtrack now. Do you know how humiliated I’ll be when he tells me no? I’ll have to quit right then and there!”
Even though you can’t see your friend, you can easily picture him rolling his eyes. “What do you plan on doing then?”
You pout at the phone. “Can’t I just live with you and Junhui? Your place is so nice.”
“You’ll have to stay in the living room, and you won’t have anywhere to put your things.”
Seungcheol sees your shoulders slump, and he has to stop himself from walking into the kitchen and taking you into his arms. He can only watch helplessly as you sigh quietly before responding in a voice that sounds too dejected for his liking.
“Maybe I’ll just move back in with my parents.”
This might’ve made Seungcheol feel better had his assistant not cut in with the obvious flaws in your plan. “Won’t the commute be too much, though? You can’t do that every day. Not with how early and late you have to work.”
There’s a pause, and then the next words that come out of Josh’s mouth make Seungcheol feel like someone punched him in the stomach.
“Unless you’re planning on resigning.”
Your silence makes the feeling in his stomach worsen, and your response doesn’t make him feel all that better. “Well, no, but... I don’t know. Maybe I’ll have to.”
Seungcheol slowly backs away, heart thumping irregularly in his chest. The thought of you quitting and no longer being in his life is more devastating than he could’ve imagined. It torments him and leaves him feeling cold.
For the rest of the evening, he can’t get his mind off the conversation he heard or how it leaves him feeling.
Even as he lays in his bed in the middle of the night, he can’t stop thinking about it. He goes over the situation over and over in his head until he finally decides that he can’t give you up, selfish as his reasons may be. All Seungcheol has to do is make sure his son won’t have an issue with what he’s planning to do.
“Taehyun.” He says softly as he’s tucks his son into bed alone for the first time in months. “You like Y/N, don’t you?”
The way the little boy vigorously nods his head makes his heart warm. “Yeah! She’s nice and pretty and I like when she calls me Tae!”
Seungcheol swallows, feeling more nervous than ever. “Then... how would you feel about her being around more often?”
Taehyun blinks slowly, weary eyes looking at his dad questioningly. As always, his son is silently asking to explain and get to the point. It’s hard to suppress a smile when he does things that remind Seungcheol how similar they are.
“What I mean is... would you like it if Y/N came to live here with us?”
It’s a relief when his son springs up, eyes shining with unadulterated excitement. “Y/N is going to live with us?” His happiness is evident. “Really?”
Seungcheol smiles tenderly, reaching over to ruffle his hair.
“I have to ask her first, but if she says yes, then she’ll come stay with us—as long as that’s something you want.”
“I do want it!” Taehyun says, bouncing on his knees. “Then we can all live together like a family!”
Yes, Seungcheol thinks as he affectionately caresses his son’s face. Like a family.
The next morning, you’re surprised to see your boss still hasn’t left for work even when you’re ready to take Taehyun to school. It’s even more surprising when he suggests you all go together. You can’t deny the request since Taehyun is all too happy to have you both take him to school.
It’s hard to ignore the stares you’re getting as you and Seungcheol walk Taehyun into the school. He’s holding both your hands, happily swinging them and talking animatedly. Funnily enough, the young boy manages to make the nerves you feel disappear with his infectious smile. You can easily disregard the gawking and whispers after seeing how happy your boss’s son is.
Seungcheol also doesn’t seem to mind the attention you two are attracting. He acts like his impassive self even as he’s driving you back to the mansion. The entire time he’s really just thinking of the best way to ask you to live with him and his son. Even though he knows you most likely won't say no, he still feels nervous.
“Y/N.” He says as he pulls into his long driveway. “Before you go, I have a request.”
You feel nervous, but manage to plaster a smile on your face. “Yes, sir?”
Seungcheol feels as if his heart jumped up into his throat. “Well, you see... my schedule is going to change drastically these next few months. I'’m going to be working earlier and coming home much later. There are also be times where I’ll have to leave the city for business for extended periods of time.”
You’re not saying anything, and he knows he has to get to the point quickly.
“I was going to request that you come live with Taehyun and I during this time. It’ll be more convenient for everyone this way. I hope you’ll consider it.”
At this moment, your boss looks so earnest that you aren’t sure how to adequately express the influx of emotions you’re suddenly feeling. It all feels like a dream to you that you begin to wonder if his words are actually real. Either way, the warmth seeping into your bones pushes you to give the handsome man in front of you an answer.
“Yes, of course I will.”
Every time you wake up and find yourself in a luxurious room, you feel like you’ve been dropped in the middle of a blissful dream. Weeks have gone by, but it still feels unreal. Unlike your expectations, your boss moved you into the main house and gave you the room right across from his. It was hard to not let your fantasizing mind wander despite knowing he had done it out of convenience and nothing else.
Your life continues to be stuck in a routine until Taehyun goes to visit his grandparents. It’s strange without him around, and unsurprisingly, you begin to miss him after the first day. Your boss insists that you can take the week off and have it for yourself, but you still have no desire to actually do anything.
Seungcheol notices your listless attitude and feels determined to change it.
“Tonight?”
“You don’t want to?”
The way Seungcheol is looking like a pouty puppy is not good for your heart. Although you really don’t feel like going to dinner with Minji and Jeonghan, you can’t say no to the adorably hot man in front of you.
“No, it’s not that, I just—” You’re flustered, but don’t want him to think you don’t want to go with him. “They still think we’re engaged, right?”
You almost regret asking because Seungcheol’s hopeful look slowly fades away and is replaced by poorly concealed dejection. “Yeah. Sorry. I still haven’t cleared things up. We don’t have to go if that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
“I don’t mind.” You tell him truthfully. “I just didn’t want it to seem like I was crossing the line.”
Seungcheol has to physically restrain himself from falling to his knees and telling you that you’re the only person who’s allowed to cross the line with him. Instead he manages to smile at you like he’s not physically dying inside. “You’re not.”
As you’re walking in to what seems to be like one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, you’re glad you spend a good fifteen minutes deciding on the perfect thing to wear. Seungcheol had seemed to like it, at least. His eyes were practically sparkling when he’d seen you.
It’s hard to ignore this intense pressure you feel when you sit down at the table. Minji and Jeonghan greet you amicably like you’re one of their old friends, but you know it’s only because they think you’re engaged to Seungcheol which you most definitely are not.
Luckily, the conversation flows naturally and smoothly until Jeonghan asks a question that leaves you without a single thing to say.
“I need to know the story of how you two fell in love because this man is not one who crosses the line with his employees.”
You’d like to know the same thing yourself. Not that Seungcheol was actually in love with you or had actually done that much to push past these rules he had set, but he’d done more than you ever believed him capable of doing.
“I can’t really remember how it happened.” Seungcheol says honestly. “After a while, I found myself excited to go home and see her. Every time she smiled at me, I felt like my heart was going to explode. When she went home, I missed her even though I knew she was coming back. Eventually, I realized that I couldn’t picture my life without her in it.”
You’re staring. You know you are, but you can’t help it. He sounds so sincere with those shimmering eyes of his, and you feel like your own heart is on the verge of exploding. Even though it’s all an act, you start to feel those familiar butterflies invade your stomach and chest.
“Oh my god!” Minji squeals, slapping her husband’s arm repeatedly. “How cute is that? I swear you guys make me want a love like yours.”
As Jeonghan lets out an offended noise and starts to list off all the romantic and extravagant things he’s done in order to show Minji his love, you can only laugh along and pretend like your boss’s words didn’t affect you as much as they did.
When you get back home, your heart is still unable to let go of those sweet words. Even as you walk up to your room with Seungcheol still by your side, you can’t let them go despite knowing he didn’t mean them.
Now that it’s time to say goodnight, you feel strange parting ways even though he’ll literally be in the room across from yours. “I had a really good time tonight. Thanks for inviting me.”
“I’m glad you had a good time. I was kind of worried you weren’t going to.”
You always had a good time when you were with him, not that you would dare to say that out loud.
“You really surprised me, Mr Choi. I had no idea you were such a good actor.”
You had expected him to laugh, but instead he only looks at you with a somber gaze. “I told you to call me Seungcheol.”
His voice comes out so authoritative that it makes your insides clench, and his lidded gaze makes your heart leap up into your throat. You manage to find your voice even though it comes out a bit weak. “But we’re not pretending anymore...”
His gaze sharpens. “I’ve never pretended to love you.”
His words hang in the air, and they shock you so much that they make you unconsciously give into his request from before. “Seungcheol.” You say breathlessly.
The way his name rolls off your tongue makes his heart stutter, and he briefly thinks he could listen to you say his name forever. Both your eyes are burning fiercely with this emotion that has been blatant to all those around you. Except this time you can both see it.
You’re not sure who makes the first move, but suddenly his mouth is covering yours, tongue licking along your bottom lip. The feeling is electric, and you throw all your inhibitions to the wind as you pull Seungcheol closer.
Your heart is pounding fiercely as you two stumble into his room, pulling off the the clothes you’re wearing, touching each other desperately as if you think this moment might end at any moment. It won’t though, and you become conscious of that fact as you’re laying on the softest sheets you’ve ever felt, completely naked.
Seungcheol is gazing at you with so much affection and want that it makes you feel like he plans to eat you up. He kisses along your inner thighs, gently licking and biting at your soft skin. His warm hands caress the outside of your thighs, gently digging his fingers into the soft skin.
“So pretty.”
You can feel your breath hitch in anticipation as his hands smooth down your inner thighs until he’s pressing two fingers against your aching clit. It’s dizzying the way Seungcheol rubs it in gentle circles that have you squirming and gasping in pleasure. His heated gaze flickers between your face and your dripping cunt, not wanting to miss the sight of you falling apart under him.
“Look at how wet you are, sweetheart. All for me.”
His voice has a possessive edge to it as he grinds down on the bed, hard cock rubbing uselessly against the sheets. The pleasure is minimal, and Seungcheol has to hold back a whine at the lack of relief.
“Please.” You mewl, shifting your hips up slightly.
Seungcheol keeps his dark eyes on you to make sure you’re watching him. He presses a soft kiss to your pulsing clit, and he has to groan when he sees you clench around nothing. The featherlight touch has you feeling so desperate and lightheaded that you’re unable to stop the wanton mewl that tumbles past your lips. “Seungcheol.”
Your voice is so needy and sweet that Seungcheol lets out a moan of his own before he dips his head between your thighs. The moan you let out is loud as he starts to suck and lick at your aching bud. His movements are smooth and gentle somehow, and it’s not long before you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten.
Seungcheol is groaning and panting into your cunt as he laps up every bit of your juices. He’s eating you out like a starved man, and you love every second of it. The way he grabs your thighs and pulls your wet cunt closer to his mouth makes your head swim. One of your hands finds his hair while the other trails up your body to cup your tit. You pull and pinch at the taut nipple with a loud moan of Seungcheol’s name.
The sweet moans you’re letting out as Seungcheol spreads your slick all over your cunt makes his cock throb in anticipation. He wonders what you’ll sound like when he finally has his dick inside you. Your grip on his hair tightens when he circles his tongue on your puffy bud. The cute whines falling from your lips become louder as his he continues to fuck you with his tongue.
“So sweet.” Seungcheol groans against your dripping cunt. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Your pussy clenches around his tongue so tightly that it almost feels like it could be pulled off his mouth. But your moans and mewls coax him to keep going, loving the way you’re starting to blubber incoherently. “Fuh-Fuck! Feels so good...”
The way you take an awkward pause makes Seungcheol lift his head questioningly. Your whine of protest has his leaking cock throbbing almost painfully. “What is it?”
Your face feels hot, and you’re so lost in your pleasure that it pushes you to tell him the truth. “Can... Can I call you daddy?”
Seungcheol smashes his hot face back into your cunt, cock aching painfully. “Call me whatever you want, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”
His tongue and lips are massaging your swollen clit, and all you can do is throw your head back and arch your back to grind your hot cunt harder onto his mouth. It almost feels like too much, but strangely also like not enough at the same time.
“O-Oh, fuck! Daddy!”
The loud cry you let out as you squirt all over Seungcheol’s face makes him let out a guttural moan of his own. His entire chin and mouth is covered with your sweet juices, and he continues to lap it up like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted—which you are.
Seungcheol sits up, licking his lips until he can’t taste you anymore. His grin is devious but also so hot. He’s gently caressing your still-quivering thighs, and you feel like you can faint from how much you’re enjoying it.
Then, your eyes drift down to his huge cock. It’s possibly the biggest one you've ever seen, and also the prettiest. You lick your own lips before looking back up at at his face. The way he’s looking at you with his dark eyes has you clenching around nothing.
“You’re okay to keep going?”
God, he’s so fucking sweet that you just want to fuck him until he can’t talk. You nod desperately, opening your legs wider.
“Fuck me, daddy.”
Your mouth drops open in a quiet moan when you feel Seungcheol’s thick cock push into your cunt with a lewd, wet sound. His large hands smooth down your thighs, squeezing and caressing so tenderly that it has your pussy clenching down on his throbbing dick. He swoops down to swallow your moan, lips messily colliding with yours.
His thrusts are so deep and slow that all you can do is gasp into his mouth. The fat tip of his cock is hitting your sweet spot so sharply that you have to buck your hips up to meet his movements. Seungcheol starts to trail his lips along your jaw and neck, gently nipping and kissing at the soft skin. The lewd squelch coming from your pussy is driving him insane. His entire cock is coated with your juices, and he’s never feel better than he does now.
“Fuck, angel. Look at you, taking daddy’s cock so well.” His voice is dizzying, and all you can do is cry out in pleasure.
Seungcheol leans back, just watching you writhe under him. You’re so pretty as you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing him until it feels almost hard to move. His hand slowly trails down between your bodies, and you let out a loud moan of his name when he starts to roll your puffy clit with his long fingers.
White cream coats his entire length, leaving a milky ring at the base of his cock. You wetly gasp out his name, your nails digging into his forearms, but Seungcheol is relentless. He’s like a hungry beast as he pounds into your gushing hole and all you can do is desperately try to meet his thrusts.
“Fuck, look how you’re soaking daddy’s cock, baby. Making such a mess.” He groans, feeling your slick dripping down to his heavy balls.
You can only moan loudly for him to keep fucking you, already drunk on the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open. Seungcheol spits on your throbbing cunt, mixing in with your juices that are coating his dick. His bulbous tip is slamming against the spongy spot that has you seeing stars, forcing more slick out of you with every harsh thrust.
The coil in the pit of your stomach is close to snapping, and your mouth drops open as your thighs begin to tremble again.
“Fuh-Fuck, daddy! Love your big dick!”
His tantalizing smirk is so hot to you, and it makes you clench down on his cock and release another stream of slick. Seungcheol moans, eager to feel you cream on his cock like he’s dreamed of countless times. It just takes him angling his hips just right for his wish to come true.
Your toes curl in pleasure, a loud moan of his name tearing from your throats as a rush of wetness escapes you. Of course, Seungcheol keeps pounding you, roughly fucking you through one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Cream all over my cock.” His voice rasps, thick with lust and adoration.
A thick white ring is at the base of his cock, slowly smearing down to his heavy sack. The sight is driving Seungcheol wild, almost as wild as the sight of your glistening folds stretching around him. “Give me another one, baby. I know you can.”
“Fuck, please.” Your cry. “Fill me up with your cum, daddy!”
It’s like something inside Seungcheol snaps when he hears your pleas. In an abrupt movement, he presses your legs to your chest and starts to pound into your hot cunt. Your tight walls are sucking him in like they’re also begging to be painted with his seed.
“You want my cum, angel?” Seungcheol coos, gently caressing your soft legs as he slams his cock into your sweet spot, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Want me to fill you up until you’re carrying my baby, give Taehyun a little sibling?”
“Please!” You mewl when you feel his cock throb inside you. “Want to make you a daddy again. Stuff me full of your cum!”
Your voice is breathless and a little whiny, and Seungcheol feels like you’re making him lose his mind. “Fuck, baby. I’ll give it to you then. I’ll fill you up until I’m all you can feel.”
You continue to beg him for his cum, telling him how much you need it in your cunt. The more he fucks you, the less you can form actual words. Every fantasy you’ve had feels so dull compared to the real thing. All the times you’ve gotten off to the image of him fucking you or had wet dreams about him were absolutely obscene and filthy. Somehow, the reality was much better.
A rush of euphoria overwhelms you when you feel Seungcheol spills his cum directly against your cervix. You wrap your legs around him to make sure his cum goes as deep as possible. His hot load fills you up, painting every inch of your sensitive walls as he slowly rolls his hips into you.
You yank him down for a messy kiss, so desperate and needy for him that you don’t care about anything else. “Don’t stop, daddy.”
Seungcheol fucks his cum into you, wanting to mark you from the inside out now that he has you. He can feel your mixed releases slowly seep out of you, and he carnally thinks he’s going have to fill you up again so he can be sure he’s bred you properly.
Your hot cunt is throbbing almost painfully, bordering on that delicious burn of being overstimulated. But you’re still hungry for more. So when he releases you from the press he had you in, you roll over and stick your ass out at him. You look back, satisfied when you see his dark eyes are on your sloppy pussy that’s dripping with his cum.
“Keep fucking me, daddy. Want more of your cum.”
That’s all it takes for Seungcheol to plunge back into your tight cunt, pounding into you like a savage beast. His leaking tip slams into your spongy spot repeatedly, making you cry out in absolute ecstasy. His big balls are slapping against your sensitive nub, adding to the mind-blurring pleasure you’re feeling.
“Fuck, Y/N. Your little cunt is still so fucking tight after being stretched open and bred.” Seungcheol growls, hands squeezing and slapping your ass as it bounces against his pelvis. “Creaming and dripping all over this cock, making a mess again.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he keeps fucking you with feral precision. “Fuck, daddy! So good!”
Seungcheol can feel your hot cunt clamping down on him again, and he lets out a deep moan. “Come for me again, baby. Show daddy just how good he’s making you feel.”
You can only mewl and whine, too list in the pleasure his big cock is providing you. Seungcheol’s thrusts become impossibly rougher and sharper. It feels like he’s rearranging your guts with how he’s pulling your pliant body to meet the snapping of his hips.
“Daddy!” You squeal in shock when he flips you on your side before hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and continues to fuck you mercilessly.
This new angle stretches your sore cunt more while exposing it to the cool air. You can only imagine how filthy you look down there, but Seungcheol seems to love it. All the pleasure your feelings is driving you insane, and you can only feel an insane amount of pleasure taking over your mind.
“Come inside me, daddy!” You moan wantonly, desperate to feel his hot cum fill you up again.
His soaked cock throbs inside you, eager to release inside your tight pussy. “Want me to? You that desperate to be a mommy, baby?”
When you nod desperately, he focuses on making you come again so he can give you what you both want. Seungcheol gives you one sharp thrust before he leans back slightly to watch you squirt and cover his lower half in your release. Your body gently convulses as quiet mewls pour from your mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart.” Seungcheol groans as he keeps fucking into your hot cunt. “Can’t get enough of you.”
He keeps slamming in and out of your wet pussy desperately, eager for his own release. Seungcheol comes with a yell of your name, spilling his hot cum deep inside you and pumping you full. His cum spurts along your sore walls until it feels like there’s no room for more of it. It seeps out around his cock, leaking down to your ass and his heavy balls.
Seungcheol doesn’t slow down. The oversensitivity you’re both feeling makes him more ravenous. He obsessed with the sight of you trembling on his cock, caught between begging for a break and pleading for more. He fucks his cum into you, desperate to make it go as deep as possible.
Wet noises seep into your foggy mind, playing dully in the background to your muddles thoughts of sex and Seungcheol. He’s successfully fucked you stupid, and you’ve never felt better than you did now. Your cunt is filled to the brim, his seed coating your every inch of your core. At some point, his thrusts slowed into thorough grinds, sticky strings of arousal and cum connecting your most intimate parts.
Seungcheol doesn’t pull out. Instead he collapses next to you and tiger you closer. He shoves his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent as he feels raw cock throb inside you.
You hug him closer to you, gently caressing his hair. It’s a peaceful silence that fills the room, and you were close to drifting off to sleep until a thought occurs to you.
“Can I ask you something?”
Seungcheol nuzzles deeper into you, pressing a wet kiss on your soft skin. “Anything.”
“Why did Jeonghan think we were engaged in the first place?” You wonder, thinking it would be fine to ask this much since you have his cock and cum inside you.
There’s a pregnant pause until Seungcheol pulls back and looks at you with a slight pout. “That idiot wanted to set you up with his cousin. I had no other choice but to tell him you were already mine.”
You actually laugh, not believing this was the same man who told you to never overstep the boundaries he had. His pout is still there, and you lean in to kiss it right off his face. It’s languid and gentle, and leaves you feeling dizzy.
“Fine, but I still expect an actual ring.”
Seungcheol hugs you tighter, wondering if it’s too soon to show you the little black box he has in his nightstand.
★ NOTES; shoutout to that one late night anon who suggested for me to make an entire series where our hhu guys are just vibing with their adorable pets <3
✧ down bad (so, so bad) // seungcheol ✧
word count: 5.7k words
summary: it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not.
tags: friends to lovers, lots of denial, a twinge of fluff, smut
✧ meet cute of the century // wonwoo ✧
word count: tba!
summary: the last thing you expected when you volunteered at your city's local animal shelter is to meet the hottest and clumsiest cat person in the world. now if only he'd just adopt one of them so you'd stop ogling him every time he drops by.
tags: tba!
release date: tba!
✧ again and again // mingyu ✧
word count: 15.7k words
summary: your mother calls one day, asking if you’re bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmative—never mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.
summary: you like to think that your most recent breakup with vernon ended on relatively good terms. there's only one issue left to sort out: who's getting custody of the cat you got together years ago?
tags: tba!
release date: tba!
i am so so excited to share wonwoo and vernon's stories with you guys ^_^ hope you'll be patient with the delivery though 'cause it might take me a while to drop them~
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— you met online with him requesting to fund your lifestyle. no idea who he is or what he looks like, but his offer is too appealing to deny. so you agree, sure you’ll never meet this man in person. but what happens when a regular at your club seems to feel a bit too familiar…
pairing: rapper!hoseok x stripper!reader
fic type: social media au
side ships: poly vmingi. jungkook x oc. namjoon x oc. yoongi x oc.
genre: smut!! idol au, sugar daddy au, sex worker au, hidden identity, some angst…
status: ongoing!!
updates: based on comments nd reblogs.
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parts:
prologue: stand up
character profiles: hoseok and more
character profiles: yn and sweets
part one: losing interest
part two: sloppy entertainment
part three: no touching
part four: requesting nudes
part five: pretty dancer
part six: important questions
part seven: scrawny ass
part eight: not fucking
part nine: dangerous territory
part ten: little tingle
part eleven: morning wood
part twelve: what boyfriend
part thirteen: parallel universe
part fourteen: very weird
part fifteen: trouble in paradise
part sixteen: very appreciative
part seventeen: beach night
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